Treasure POV: I was cleaning the last room when I heard “Treasure” I turn around and seen it was Dale who had call my name.“Yes Dale?”He told me to come to his office when I was done, then he turned around and left. I wonder what it is he wants to see me for? I have been working for him for a few months now. I have been doing my job, never talking about anything that goes on here. It's not my business to tell, these women here are nice, I know that this is there way of making a living for themselves. I never wanted to be the reason for them to be out on the street. Enough with my thoughts I started walking toward Dale office. When I entered, I see Dale sitting at his desk looking over some paper work. I cleared my throat, Dale looked up, our eyes met. “You said you wanted to see me?”“Yes have a seat Treasure” I nodded and sat in front of his desk.“The reason I ask you to come here is that I have big clients coming in tonight. If you want to make extra money, I will need fo

Treasure POV: It’s lunch time, instead of sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of the kids. I went outside and sat under the tree. There I could focus on my plans on leaving after graduation. I don’t have an idea on where to go, I just know I want to get away. Anywhere is better than here, there no reason to stay here to be dealing with the same bullshit that I had to endure growing up. This place leaves painful memories that I want to forget, especially when my father walking out of us when I was ten. I know that my mother was trying to be strong. It was hard for her, being a signal parent and working to make ends meet. It takes a lot out of you, I remember the days that she hit rock bottom. She will be passing out on the couch with a bottle of liquor in her hand. I will always be the person to help pick up the pieces for her. When Dax came around a lot had changed including my mother’s attitude towards me. I remember how she would ignore me and give Dax all her attent

Treasure POV: Once Harlem walked away from me, I took notice of how people were staring including Charmaine and Alana. I could only imagine what they were thinking, I the rumor going around about Harlem and Charmaine becoming an idol. She doesn’t need to worry about me taking him, I have no interest in him or anyone in this school. Once I graduate, I will leave all this mess behind, I’m planning on going to school somewhere up north, or maybe in the Midwest.I'm in the cafeteria and still trying to decide. I stood in line for a few minutes once I collected my food. I roamed around trying to find an unoccupied table, and that's when I noticed Harlem sitting with that jerk Jackson. Figure it seems like birds of the feather flock together. Just as I was about to turn, Harlem got up from his seat and started walking away. From the expression on his face, it was clear that Jackson said something to make him angry. I’m sure Jackson said something stupid as always. Guys like Jackson ar

Butterfly POV: I woke up from the same nightmare of me reliving that day when I kill Barry, the day that my world end, but most of all, the day that my mother turns on me. I remember like it was yesterday after I kill the monster my mother calls the police and told them what she has witness. She told them how she saw me stabbing Barry to death. Then the police came over to me and started questioning me, in fear I told them everything from Barry raping me and getting me pregnant and how he attacked me and losing my baby. From there the police gave me a pitiful look then my mother interrupted and told the police that I was making everything up. It never happens, she also told them I was jealous of her and that monster relationship. She did so many things to where the police believed her. From there it turned my world upside down. My case went straight to trial, the courts heard my mother side of the story and it seem that the prosecutor did his best to take me down without eve

Treasure POV:English class is finally finished. Exiting the classroom, I made my way to my locker to grab my books for the next classes. Placing the books in my bag, I close my locker and make my way to the cafeteria. Harlem and I are meeting up there to talk about our English paper. Upon entering the cafeteria, I scanned the room until I spotted Harlem seated at a table near the exit door.It's great that he chose the perfect spot because I don't enjoy being in the cafeteria. I prefer being alone and have no intention of making friends; it's difficult to trust people when you can't tell if they're genuine or fake. Not only that people can become judgmental when they find out you was in juvenile. Before you know you already label as a trouble maker. Also I’m not sticking around once high school ended. I need to get away from all this drama that my life had to endure, its sad that my life have turn out like this that sometimes I feel depress. There was a time in my life that I had tho