I got the idea for this FF from a song. But this is not a song fic. The song is called "The A-Team" and it is by Ed Sheeran. I'll try and follow the song as much as I can. And if you haven't heard the song you can look it up on YouTube it should be right there. This FF has stuff about drugs and I don't know anything about drugs but the names of them. Sooooo im sorry is I get things wrong.
BPOV
I've always had dreams when I was younger. I would get in trouble in my classes for day dreaming. I would always dream of the same thing; having a nice big home with a husband and two kids running around our house. I've had that same dream since I was a little girl and I would always hope that they would come true. But not all dreams do.
My name is Isabella Sawn. I'm 20 years old, my family doesn't talk to me and I live all on my own. I have lived by myself since I was 18 and I wanted to get out of the small town of Forks. I moved out of my dad's house and moved to Seattle. I found a job working at one of the best places in the world; the book store right by my apartment. I could afford to go to school after high school, so working at the story will help me with money for school and my house.
Life was going pretty good for me for the first year, but then I lost my job and I couldn't find another one. I was running out of money and I couldn't keep up with my rent so I had to move out into a cheaper apartment. I found one and it was okay I guess, it had one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. But the apartment was so dark and has leaks everywhere. It was also the only thing I could afford right now.
I went out job hunting everyday and I couldn't find one job opening. After a few months of job hunting my one friend Jessica told me about a job that would make good money. I asked her about and she gave me the number of this guy. I called me and met up with him. When I went to his house I found out what the job was; it was selling drugs. I was shocked at first, when he gave me a bag of weed to sell. He told me to sell it and give him back $100 of what I make for the weed and when I need more to just go back and see him again.
So now my job is selling weed. I have a good list of people I sell it to, but I have to say this is a very good job, I make about $300 per bag. One bad thing about this job is that you get into smoking weed, and I do it a lot.
To make more money I start to sell myself for sex. It's not the best thing or safest thing to do but I really need money and I will do whatever I have to do to get it.
My life has a big hole in it right now and I'm really hoping that one day my dream will come true. But for now I'm suck in the life of drugs and sex.