Business was slower. Money was running out. I had five bucks left to my name.

I was recently kicked out of the motel I was staying at, not being able to pay the fee.

I officially had nowhere to go.

I needed a well-paying costumer and quick or else I would be living on the streets by nightfall.

I waited and waited for someone to drive by for some fun but every time they did, the female hookers would hover over the cars like a swarm of bees before I even had a chance to move from my spot.

Morning was fading away into midday.

I was getting dirty from sitting on the ground; sweat was coming down my forehead and running down my chest. It was a hot day out. It was definitely not the best day to wear blue jeans.

That five bucks was starting to sound good. I thought about getting out of the hot sun and into some air conditioning and getting a refreshing, cool drink. Maybe even a small snack if I could afford one.

I got up from the sidewalk dusting off any dirt that might have gotten on my pants, pick up my back pack and walked two blocks to the nearest gas station.

I swung the door open and let out a sigh as I was hit with that cool breeze from the air unit.

The cashier looked towards the door as the jingle of the bells started to ring, signaling that someone was coming in. He gave me a hard look as I stepped into the store.

I was used to discrimination by now. People not wanting to serve me because of the way I look or kindly tell me to leave and some, not so kindly tell me to leave.

I guess it had something to do with my knee ripped, dirt stained blue jeans or my thin sweat covered white shirt, my scruffy dirty blonde hair, my facial stubble or maybe it was the dirt under my finger nails.

Whatever the reason, it was apparent I was not welcome.

I could feel the guy burning a hole in the back of my head as I went down an aisle looking at all the food and drink products the mini store had to offer.

A well dressed, attractive woman was a bit further down the same aisle. It had been so long since I have been near another human being who wasn't a hooker or costumer or rude store worker.

I moved in closer to where she was, pretending to be looking at the products nearby. I noticed her once relaxed form tense up as I got closer.

I just wanted to smell her sweet scent, have a normal conversation with someone, and have her smile at me as if I was someone. I wanted to feel human again.

I reached for a product on the shelf trying not to look suspicious or weird. I heard her gasp and for a moment, I thought she was going to talk to me. I looked over to her to see her covering her nose in disgust and walk away.

I lifted my shirt to my nose and inhaled, which followed by me frowning. I forgot I didn't have time to take a shower before I got kicked out, early morning and I had been sweating all day. I smelt pretty bad.

I let out a defeated sigh and reminded myself what I had come there to do. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade and a beef jerky stick.

I headed to the cashier who was still eyeing me like a hawk.

"Can I help you?" He asked rather rudely.

I just let it roll off my shoulders as I placed my items down on the counter.

"Is that it?" He added.

I nodded and waited for the total.

The door rung again notifying me that someone else had come into the store. I turned to see who it was but at that point all I could see was the back of a guy's well groomed, chestnut brown hair. Who looked to be wearing some very nice, expensive looking clothes.

"4.25." The cashier said, sounding bored.

I reached in my pocket to take out my last five bucks when I realized there was a hole in my pocket, what's' worst, my five bucks was gone.

It must have fallen through the hole without me realizing it.

The cashier noticed the panic on my face, but looked un-phased as if he thought I would try to pull some kind of stunt like this.

"Do you have the money or not?" He barked at me.

"Umm, I know that money is here somewhere. Hold on, I know I put it in my pocket." I said, checking my other pocket hoping by some miracle I put the money on that side instead.

"Please leave, it's obvious you don't have the money and are wasting my time."

"No, I do. I mean I did, it must of fallen out, please, I'm so thirty. Could you just …" I pleaded.

"No! Now you're holding up the line, Leave now before I call the cops." He threatened.

I kept my head down as I looked behind me to see Mr. Expensively dress standing there; his hands were at my eye level. He had long, delicate looking like fingers, holding a bottle of wine.

I didn't bother looking up to see his face. I couldn't handle one more person's look of disgust. I tugged on my back pack and headed out the store feeling completely hopeless and thirsty as fuck.

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