A.N: Hey guys. I know I said I was going to post it the day after I finished 'My Angel' but I had to help my girlfriend with some stuffs and after that I kinda forgot to write, sorry.

Chapter 1 - Hard work

"Go on take everything, take everything I wanto you to. Go on take everything, take everything I dare you to." The old song ringed through my apartment. I started tapping the bed around me trying to find the origin of the music. I grabbed my phone without opening my eyes and took it to my ear.

"what?" I said with my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Demi, where the hell are you?" Kevin's voice shouted through the speakers. "The autograph session starts in thirty minutes."

"What?" I growled again. I still wasn't fully awake.

"The autograph session that's under your responsibility this month!" He shouted again. "Geez Dems, hurry up or you'll get fired."

"Fired?" I jumped from the bed. Now I'm awake. "What time is it?"

"Seven thirty."

"Shit!" I hissed throwing my phone on the bed and running to the bathroom.

I didn't even bothered taking a shower, I just brushed my teeth, wore the first jeans that I spotted in my wardrobe, the bookstore black t-shirt and grabbed a leather jacket. There was no time for food, my life depended on that fucking autograph session. I locked my apartment's door letting my backpack and my skateboard fall on the floor.

I run down the stairs as fast as I could and jumped the last ten steps. For the first time living in the eight floor without an elevator was a problem. As soon as I stepped on the street I threw my skateboard on the floor and stepped on it hoping that the guy from the autograph session got late or that a miracle would made my skate run as fast as an Ferrari.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Demi Lovato and I'm fucked. I work in a goddamn bookstore and live by myself in a apartment that also looks like an matchbox in a building that smells like dog shit in a neighborhood that you need to be careful so you wont be hit by a sniper shot. Well, that's basically all you need to know. Oh, and I'm nineteen.

I could almost see the bookstore from where I was. But there was a limousine parking in front of it. Oh shit, too late. Or not.
I bent my body so I could go faster as I got near the limousine. Now I just need to improvise. Think Demi, think. There was a truck and some guys placing things inside it using a thing that could be considered a ramp. I'll probably break my arm or something but fuck it.

Using that truck thing as a ramp I jumped over the limousine and fell inside the bookstore. I hope someone recorded that cause I'm not doing it again.

My boss came to me probably to say some shit about me being late but I ignored him...I was late for Christ sake! I threw my skate and backpack to Kevin and ran to the autograph area. The table was already set and the sound was already being checked. I placed all of the banners and shit in their places, organized the massive line of guys and placed the pens and bottles of water over the table.
Everything was ok so far. I probably broke the barriers of time on that one.

I got back to my place in one of the cash resisters with Kevin and could finally breathe...

"Demi, you're fired at the end of this day." What?

"What?" I shouted to my boss. "Mr. Redfield, I really need this job."

"I know, but you failed. I know it was the first time in two years but this was something big. Mr. Hefner is really demanding about his autograph sessions. You're lucky we set the sound first or this would be ruined." Mr. Redfield explained. "I'm sorry. It was nice working with you." I sat on my chair and leaned back on it.

"Fucking billionaire perv old demanding man." I mumbled to myself. "Why would someone want the autograph of the owner of a naked girls magazine?"

"I think that those guys came because of the three blondes, not for the old man in a robe." Kevin said calmly. "You'll find another job Demi,
relax."

"Don't ever tell a woman to relax Kevin. I've already worked at every fucking place in this city. I've even danced on a bar counter for some months." That's true. I wasn't a stripper, I just danced and did some drinks. "I think the only thing I didn't done yet is selling drugs and prostitution."

"I hope you don't decide to work at these last two." Kevin said grabbing the money from a guy's hand. There was probably a line of peoples waiting for me to sell them their books and shit but honestly I don't care, I was already fired anyways.

"If shit gets to serious I'm not going to deny the possibility." Kevin only shot a death glare in my direction. "What? You know I really need money, it's the only reason why I'm in Los Angeles. I have some money saved in my place but it's not enough."

"I know, but you don't need to fuck random guys around the city to get money. And did you said you have money in your place?"

"I don't have a bank account." I explained.

"Not a wise choice considering where you live." Kevin said and smiled to the woman in front of him holding the last Twilight saga book.

"I have no choice." I mumbled. "And this book sucks by the way." I said to the woman.

"Work Demi, you're still not completely fired." Mr. Redfield shouted.

"Then I quit!" I shouted back while standing up grabbing my backpack and skateboard. "Fuck this shit, I'm becoming a stripper. Nice meeting you stranger." I said while messing with Kevin's hair.

"Nice working with you Houston bitch." Kevin smiled making me laugh.

I walked calmly back to my place. I didn't felt like skateboarding or whatever. I was starving, tired and I didn't had one single dollar on my pocket to buy a goddamn pizza. I walked for more thirty minutes and finally reached my building just to be checked out by the disgusting guy who took care of the main hall.

"Like the view?" I asked sending him a death glare.

"I'm still going fuck your ass, bitch." He said with a smirk and I kept walking.

"The only thing you're going to fuck with is your own hand fat asshole!" I shouted to him from the stairs. I only heard his hoarse laugh.

I got more tired with which step. I should have looked for a place with and elevator. At least I would never get fat right? I finally reached my floor but my apartment door was open. I checked the lock but everything was ok. In the rush of getting to the bookstore I probably didn't locked it properly.

As soon as I opened the door my heart stopped. Everything was destroyed. I ran to the fridge and opened it looking for the bundle of dollars I kept hide in there and it was gone along with my celphone, ipod and my small and almost useless TV. I fell on the floor crying and sobbing uncontrollably. I lost my job, all of my money, belongings and my hope.

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