Oriana's POV
How the hell was I supposed to find a new place to live in a week? A new job? Back to square one again. Living off of the street. Sleeping on a bench. I guess I just got too comfortable sleeping in a bed.
I didn't want to obsess over it. I would figure it out. Adapt. Persevere. I always found a way, but did it have to be so hard? Maybe I should just go home.
Let my parents brag about how they were right. How I couldn't do this on my own. I grit my teeth. It was a matter of pride. Spite even. If I ran home to my parents every time something didn't go my way, then I would never learn.
No. I had to pick myself back up again and work my ass off. I was the only person that I could rely on. Not the kindness of strangers. Not overbearing family members. Me. Only me.
After Pri
