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Okay, step 1 down. What do I do next? I rummage my bag as I leave the airport looking for answers and I see I letter.

Dea,

You're now probably thinking what next. What to do next is get on a taxi ask for 34 Richland houses. When you get there sign in at the receptionist and find your room. When you've settled down go job hunting.

Anna

I follow Anna's advise. I walk from into my room, it's dirty, disgusting and the people in hoods smoking outside look at tad bit dodgy to me. However, Im mostly grateful I'm away from that shit whole.

I lie in bed, feeling the springs of the mattress push into my non existent fat and stare at the ceiling. I'm freezing but I don't care. I listen to to the screaming,shouting and arguing in the room next to me and the loud party music on the other. I just want to get rid of this desperate, upset and lonely feeling from me. Shouldn't I be pleased and happy?

I slowly drift off into my long awaited sleep...

'Watch us shoot him...' I watch in slow motion the metallic bullet go through my fathers head and come out of the other side leaving a clear hole the size of the bullet on his head. I trie to scream. Yet nothing comes out. I desperately try to cry. But my eyes I dry. I watch on as he falls lifelessly to the ground. There a feeling of a hand wrapped around my throat, again I trie to scream , but I can't. Unable to do anything I feel my self paralysed and being dragged before I plunge into darkness. I hear something next getting louder by the second. Bang, bang! BANG!

I feel myself slowly drifting back into reality as I become more aware of my surrounding. I sit up rapidly drenched in cold sweat just as a short curly haired African-American woman busted into my door.

'Look, I know you aren't from around here but you have to keep it down'

I look at here still trying to adjust to the light. She clearly just woke up in a snug fit pjs and slippers.

I stand up hovering over her, feeling like a giant. ' I'm sorry, what? Did Interrupt you some how?'

She moved forward looking up at me, sizing me up ' we'll of course with all your screaming, keep it quite , brit chick' and with that she walked out the door.

Did I scream?

Great! The first person I met In this city hates my guts.

I hop in my shower glad there aren't any eyes in me as usual. I look around and I spot an old man ogling at me from out his window.

I guess I spoke to soon.

I close my blinds and I rummage through my bag once again, I look at all the cloths mostly skirts and shorts. No way am I wearing THEM with the size of my bruises and cuts.

I find jeans and another long sleeved top and go job hunting.

I walk into a small called café de la Rouge completely and utterly exhausted with my failure to get a job and I see a waiter walking out after having an argument with the manager.

(I know , it's not original but it'll have to do sorry guys)

I sit down on the stool the manger comes up to me . He is a man in his middle ages slightly greying 'what can I get you?'

I slouch on my chair completely giving up ' I dunno, a job perhaps'

The man jumped up ' great, your hired. You could start now. Follow me and I'll explain to you what to do' he disappears behind the counter.

I follow him as he hands me an apron and explains to me about taking orders, smiling, and the customer is always right. He literally made me chant it. No wonder the other worker left in such a hurry.

'Okay, go serve the people over there, they were waiting for a while' he nudges me encouragingly to there direction.

I walk over to 4 people. 3 men and 1 women, they were sat around the table talking.

I interrupted them ' can I take your orders'

' I'll have a coffee thank you' a dark haired man who appeared to be very attractive said.

'No, the birthday boy will have something a little more than that' the women said giving him a flirtatious smile.

I felt like scratching her face and jealousy rippled through me

Why can't that be me?

The Man moved away slightly ' no that's all'

'Come on Will, have something more than that'

Oh Will so that's his name.

Will shifted uncomfortably obviously embarrassed by the situation.

'Okay I'll also have a carrot cake, thank you' he smile.

One of those smile that make a girl go weak at the knees.

I smile back 'well, happy birthday' I say walking off to get there order.