Man, starting over is hard and expensive, especially in Baltimore. Every apartment i looked at was at least 1000 a month or more. Luckily i found a cheap place, it only costs about 200 a month for me. it's not in the greatest shape but its not in the most horrible shape either. the apartment is just small but that works for me.

when i went to the court house it required a lot of paper work. i had to answer questions like what's your name and where did you use to live. they were all stupid questions but i filled them out anyways. i also changed my last name. i decided just the last name because i might get confused if someone is calling me by my fake name, well actually my new name. i would probably just ignore them.

After i did all of that i took a drive around. i wanted to see if any small stores were having sales. i was in luck there was a store its name is Save Money!weird name for a store but who cares they are having fifty percent off sale going on. i pulled into the parking lot and picked the space in the front. i walked in and a woman immediately greeted me.

"hello, may i help you." she said in a professional way.

"do you guys sell futons?" i asked her

"yes we do. follow me." she led me to the back of the building "here they are." there was a black one with a wood frame and also a blue one with a wood frame.

"how much are they?"

"how much are you willing to pay?" she retorted

"fifty bucks." i commented

"deal, which color do you want?"

"the black one."

"okay. do you have a vehicle that is able to transfer it or do you need me to have transferred for you?"

"i need you send it to me."

"okay follow me and we will fill out some paper work that will tell us were you live and such."

"okay, wait do you have pillows i could look at first?"

"yes, i have ones that will look just great with that futon that you just picked out."

"great!" i said excitedly.

the pillow were vibrant colors of reds, blues, browns, blacks, yellows and oranges.

"wow!" i exclaimed

"how bout the red and black?"

"that sounds good."

"how many do you want?"

"four"

"that sounds good."

"how much are they?"

"how much do you want to pay?"

"twenty bucks."

"then they are ten bucks."

"why do you do that?"

"do what?"

"ask me how much i want to pay for it then say that's how much it is or make it less."

"because we are going out of business so i need to get rid of as much as possible." she said truthfully

"ok then, can i look some more?"

"you certainly may."

~*1 hour later*~

i spent under two hundred bucks and got: a futon, four pillows, a microwave, a toaster, a bath curtain, two bath towels, and a coffee table. all of that stuff is going to be delivered to me around seven. it was four, so i have time to go grocery shopping. the drive to Winco was beautiful. the trees were really green, the sun was up, the sky was clear of clouds and it was radiant colors of baby blue and royal blue. the traffic was terrible but the scenery was great. all the old buildings were awesome looking and even the new ones looked sort of old. the only difference was that the old ones paint was chipped and new ones weren't.

i finally found the store. i got out of the car and entered the store. i instantly went towards the frozen foods section. they were having a sale on t.v. dinners and frozen lasagna. the t.v. dinners were 10/$10 and the lasagna was $1.99 each. i ended up picking up 30 dinners and 10 lasagnas. i think that should do me. then i went to the toiletries isle and picked up some toilet paper and girl products.i also went and picked up a toothbrush and toothpaste and some dollar rubber bands. i checked my watch and it read 5:15. ok i got some time to fiqure out the fastest way back to my apartment.

"just moved here?" the clerk asked. Her name tag read 'Susan'

"how'd you know?"

"the t.v. dinners. most people who just moved here always buy a lot of t.v. dinners but you got options.

i laughed "yah i figured i'd be tired of them real soon."

she laughed too "true." she rang everything up and bagged them "your total will be $52.90"

i whistled "that's a lot."

"yah it is. do you want to sign up and get a winco card?"

"sure." what could it hurt.

"then you get 10% off."

'that's good."

"your new total is 47.61"

i gave her a 50 and she gave me 2.39 back. "bye Susan."

"bye. hey what's your name?" she asked

"Alex" i answered

"then bye Alex."

"thank you and have a good day."

on my way home i got lost. i thought it took the right streets but i was wrong.i decided to pull off to the side of the rode. i got out of my car and looked around. the sky scrapers were atleast 10 stories but the highest one was forty to fifty stories building was pure black, eventhe windows were tinted black. F.A.A. was in blood red lettering with a white outline. in one of the windows on the ground floor said 'HELP WANTED'

'that's wierd. this place seems very secretive. should i check it out?yes, no , yes, no, ahhh I DON'T KNOW!!!' after a couple of minutes of me argueing with myself i decided to go inside. The inside was nothing like the outside. the walls were a soft brown. there's couches with black apolstery and tables that looked pure oak. also there wasa fireplace on the opposite side of the room. the couches were wrped around the the fireplace with a rug unded them. the rug had squres of browns and some black.

"can i help you?" a tall man aksed. he was wearing a suit; black slacks, black shirt and a blood red tie. he was atleast 5' 10" maybe 5' 11"

"yes it said you were hireing" i told him politely

he didn't say anything, instead he smiled. after a couple of unconfertable minutes he finally spoke "follow me"

i looked at my watch ut read 5:45 "okay, but can we make it quick i have to be home waiting for the furniture guy."

"okay," he said while leading me to a desk in the room. the desk was also pure oak. " one second." then he got on the phone."

"yes," couple of seconds later "Sir there is someone here looking for a job." pause "yes, Sir." then he hung up. he turned to me "follow me."

'no, really i was planning on watching you go somewhere when i need to go to.' i thought to myself. he led me to the end of a hallway that was located on the same wall as the fireplace. at the end of the hallway was an elevator. "where are we going?"

"we are going to go get you an interview." he answered

"w..." but before i could ask my questin the elevator doors opened and we were in a medium sized room with soft brown walls and wood flooring. there was a desk in the room. i'm guessing it's a secretary's desk.

"hey Julie."

"hey Mike. go on in Sir and Eric have been waiting for you."

we walked through the dark brown wood door. there was a caucasion male with dark brown short hair. he spiked his hair. he was also wearing a suit. the other guy looked like a dark, sexy, scary, God. the God had real light brown hair and his eyes were a bright blue. they reminded me of a clear sky. he was wearing black slacks witha blure shirt that complimented his eyes.

"Sir this the girl that saw the sign." Mike told the guy behind the desk. the God looked shocked. 'man i need to fiqure out his name.'

"really?" the god asked

"yes, Eric." ah, so that's his name

"interesting."Sir said

"i have a question." everyone stared at me.

"yes," sir said with a smile. 'okay that's not creepy.'

"Is your name really Sir or is that just what you want people to call you?" Mike and the God, i mean Eric, were shocked but sir just laughed

"yes that's what i want people to call me." he said after he got done laughing

"oh, Why?"

"i like you. you say what's on your mind. it's a good quality."

"it can also be a bad one."

"true but not for you."

"what's your phone nuber?" Eric interupted

"why?"

"so we can contact you."

"i don't have one."

"mike.."but before Eric could finish that Mike was already out the door."so what's your name?"

"Alex,"

"why did you come in here today?"

"i saw the HELP WANTED sign. i needed a job because i just moved here."

"from where?"

"does it matter?"

"yes,"Eric said "it's part of your back ground check." i looked at his face, he had high cheek bones and full lips.

"Miami."

"why'd you leave Miami?'

"got tired of the place."

"who get's tired of Miami?"

"i do." i stated simply. he stared at me, then nodded

"so Alex what job did you do before?"

"i worked a shak that sells food and supplies for the beach."

"okay how old are you?" Sir asked

"how old are you?" i replied back.

"old enough to work here. so your age young lady."

"why do you need it?"

"it's part of the paper work. now don't lie Eric will know."

"i'm..."