Katherine Wilson
I sat at the larger oak desk, a pen in one hand and a calculator in the other. I bit on the back of the pen as I tried to calm my anxiety.
"What are you doing?" Cameron asked as he entered into the living room, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
"Calculating my debt. If I give you a thousand dollars every month, I will pay you back in..." I punched it in. "twenty-five years" I sighed as I scratched my head. I don't even think I could afford a thousand a month. After the auction started, I forgot that when they said 'four', it wasn't four dollars; it was four thousand.
I completely blanked out, I forgot where I was and the money I was spending. It was like having a credit card. Because I wasn't using physical cash, I was spending more than I ever would. I leant back in my
