That girl

"Hey there young girl, you in for a night?" One of the guys asked.

I don't know how long I have been telling him that I am not interested but he seems not to listen. Okay let's start again my name is Lavender, I know it's a flower's name but my mama gave it to me before she decided I was a waste of her time and life. I am seventeen and a highschooler at Milestone Academy so I was saying yes I support myself financially.

I work at a building site on weekends and at a restaurant at night. The money is not good but it has me going and I am greatful because there is no way anyone would employ a teenager but lucky me, I was given.

So I was saying that being the only girl who works at a site all the guys think I am free good but they are terribly wrong because I am one independent one who learnt to be so At a very tender age.

I don't know who the fuck my sperm donor is and I don't even care what he looks like. It may look like am struggling and yes I am but am better off on my own with nothing but work and school on my mind.

I don't have any friends, you see no one wants to be friends with "that girl" you know the who has nothing but her name, the one who is so boyish, the one who has no one to go home to.

I have become used to it you know. When my mama had just left, they pretended to care, falsely sympathized with me I say false because none offered to help me out. They even forgot my name and began calling me that girl the one who lost everything.

I also happen to practice martial arts you can't stay alone without any way to protect yourself. Although I am into martial arts, I am still a little chubby though not so much.

But no one sees that reason being I am always in baggy clothes. I avoid men like the plaque because they cause havock wherever they go.

Sometimes I blame my mama for all that I am going through now but there is also that time when I just don't want to blame her. I want to tell her that I am not a mistake in her but you can't say all that to a picture on the wall you know.

I am only surviving with little hope of a better future. It's not like I am Cinderella who was from rugs to riches. The difference is at least she had a few people and animals who loved her dearly but I- I have no one absolutely no one.

I said I have no friends well I had at some point, Ellah was my closest friend the one who was like a sister to me. I loved her like the sister I don't have but it seemed like the love was not enough because immediately my mama left, she too took off like the howns of hell were after her.

I cried for the loss of both my mama and best friend thinking they may return, all was invane because none looked back, none remembered I was alife so yeah that is my life.