Be Mine

1

Kendell Marano Parker.

Here I am, hungry and filthy walking along the beautiful and luxurious roads of this city.

This is really cool out there!

But continuing to my basic drama...

I'm a week away without ingesting anything at all, a job that's good, nobody accepts me.

It seems that in the city, to have a job you need to be from the city or have a resume.

Living on the street, outdoors, homeless, and hungry, who has tried to be r***d once in these streets, here I am.

Well done!

I'm walking through the streets, burning with sun.

I don't even have any idea of where I am, but I know that I will now climb the bridge that is about 5 meters from me.

As soon as I get there near the bridge, I see a streamlet under it.

Well, I'll have to submit to it, after all, I'm feeling filthy and a bath has never hurt anyone, right?

As soon as I turn to go towards such a stream, I'm slapped in the face by a stupid newspaper hitting my face.

Even the wind of this city rejects me!

But right at the time I was going to pick up and throw the stupid newspaper to the place he came from, it gave me the feeling of seeing something that interested me.

Do you know that feeling of you looking at something, and ignoring it because you think it's banal, but look again because you had the feeling that you saw something of interest to you?

Yes?

So it's the f*****g thing that happened to me.

I looked at the newspaper, and my heart failed about 3 beats in a row.

An entire sheet of paper was announcing that Liam Blande's Mansion had a babysitting spot for his children.

So tell me guys, is that God's luck or what?

Bro, I don't believe it!

Well, to go I need to take a shower, after all, at least I had to go decent, right?

Even if it's to be rejected again, right?

I ran to the most remote area of the creek, not that it was necessary, after all, absolutely no one passes through here.

I got out and put my clothes in my backpack, removed a basic soap, my toothbrush and toothpaste.

I threw myself into the creek and waoh, what a great feeling, bathing, bathing, bathing!

I stayed there, enjoying that good water for a long time. I just came out very grudgingly.

I removed one of the few clean seedlings of clothes I had in my backpack, and dressed in tight jeans, dark blue, a white handles blouse, and a long-sleeved shirt Chess, red and white, after all, my person didn't even have lotion, so I had to find a way to look like a "homefull person"

I wore the sneakers that were really coming, they were used for spending.

I got my backpack right, put it on my back, combed my wet hair with my fingers, since my poor person didn't even have a comb.

I took the newspaper, and read the newspaper's instructions.

And however surprising it may be, now people have started answered my location questions.

You believe that this people, kept their nose on top of me and ignored me when I questioned something to them, are too chic for me.

Fucking chic...

But well, as soon as I climbed the bridge, I found a total paradise.

I just found a chic neighborhood.

I died drooling.

Do we there suffer in moquifo and are there mansions from the emperor's novel and Yiğit Kozan, here?

I'm dead, with the immensity of huge mansions, security guards outside, few cars and people passed by, and as they passed by I fell on all fours, this cars are monsters.

Surrended!

But well, trying to be a civilized person and not a real mochron, I focus on what matters now.

I looked at the newspaper, and they said his house was number 2170, I looked at the mansion in front of me and it was number 2137.

Waoh, that can only be God's luck!

I walked, until I found the number of... freak, that's not home, it's not a mansion, it's none of that, that's a monster!

I'm drooling!

Someone help me breath.

And look, I'm just facing the gate, and I can already observe the upper floors.

Oh!!! I'm even thrilled!

Iwake up from my trance listening to a fun laugh from the security.

- Isn't it beautiful? - the security guard of the mansion outside asks laughing at my hungry face.

- Beautiful, my son? That's wonderful! - I still answer without believing what I saw and he laughed even more.

- Did you come to the interview, Miss? - he asks.

- My son, who misses what? My name is Kendell. And yes, I came to the interview. - I still answer alternating my attention from him to the monster in front of me.

- Okay, Kendell! - he answers laughing at something he thought was funny. He took the intercom and told them to open the gate.

And people, to make matters worse and increase the amount of my drool, the gate opens alone and no noise does.

There on the slum, when you entered the whole neighborhood at home, would already knew you arrived because of the noise of the gate rust.

- Kendell, you can come in, go get your number there at the concierge and than you can follow. - he says and I sign - Good luck Kendell! - he says.

- Thank you! - thank you and go to the concierge.

- Hello! - I greet the young man who was there.

- Hello, how are you? - he asks.

- Everything good! What about you? - I ask.

- Also! You came to get the badge, didn't you? - he asks.

- Exactly that, my son! - I answer and he laughs. I didn't understand why. But let's leave, those in the city do things I don't really understand.

- Okay! - he answers and takes a card with number 13. Apparently, there are other people there trying their luck. - Here it is! - he delivers me.

- Thanks! - I thank him for fitting the card into the blouse and he laughs.

Laugh at everything I do.

- You're welcome! - he says - Good luck! - he wishes.

- Thank you! - I thank.

Another security guard in the house, who doesn't seem to have a tongue, moves on for me to follow him. He's an authentic momomo. But well, I don't care, I'm more interested in looking at this immensity all in front of me.

Sir!!!

I think the whole slum fits here, without exaggeration. How can all this belong to only one person? Do they eat money salad with gold forks?

Is that the garden? Not even in my dreams, I saw such a garden.

There's no garden on the slum. After all, there was only dust and bullets.

I'm dead of enthusiasm.

We arrived at the huge door and it opens the door.

Caralho! I'm out of breath...

I've died horrors now!

I think this huge chandelier that's here at the entrance, buys the whole hill.

How much luxury!

- Go ahead through the first corridor and enter the second door on the left! - I hear him say. Waking up from the mini slumple girl trance in a rich people's house, with his strong voice.

- Huhum, thank you! - I answer.

Pay attention, young lady, pay attention!

I scold myself internally, as I walk through the indications that the good guy gave me there.

I'll go inside the door he told me.

This beautiful room, my room smelled like mold and it was a third of it from here.

There were other girls there all beautiful and well dressed, but they look like clones of so similar.

Well labeled, dressed strictly and no one spoke to anyone, just a little group of eager noses who kept looking at others with disdain, holy Jesus!

- Hello! - I greet them with the education I gave myself to the pleasure of giving myself.

Did you notice the irony?

- Hello! - about six answered, but the others, almost their eyes fell from so much that they faced me with disdain.

I ignored them, and I hooked on the plate full of cookies untouched by the young girls and a glass of juice facing the chair in which sat.

Hallelujah!!!

I took the plate and the glass I put in the middle of my legs, and put the cookies on the low collar.

It's all delicious, my stomach should be very grateful.

If I don't come in, at least I ate!

I don't know how these chic beings didn't touch this from here!

They're looking at me unbelievers. But who cares, I'm not going to starve. It's been a week without eating anything at all.

- What are you there, are you facing me like this? Any problems? - I ask the little group that had air from top to top of my poor person.

- Listen here! Who are you, to come now and talk to us like this? - a cute blonde there, questions, while I eat another cookie, it's delicious.

- I'm a person like you, he's here because of a job. - I answer. - Now I'm the one who asks you, why all this little weasel over me, if you want the same job as all of us here! - I ask, taking juice then without paying much attention to it.

It's the food that has my attention now.

- I know very well, recognize people like you. I know very well, they only came here to have this job, just to harass Liam Blande! - she replies and I already hear murmurs from the others disagreeing, and I eat my cookies.

Those who would come here harass an old man, who certainly can no longer stand up to work so hard to generate this fortune, and who must be married, since he has children.

- My friend, the covettes know each other! - I answer and I see her get dull, when the others laugh or whisper at her. - There's no reason why you want to play the good one, because we are all here for the same reason - I say and the others begin to manifest.

I take advantage of the fact that they are there debating, and I steal the juice of another one there, and I agree just to disguise.

I stay there talking to them, until my turn finally comes.

Now, put seriousness in your mind there, and go Kendell, that's it!

I need that job.

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