I was walking outside the gateway from the plane when the cold hit me hard making me shiver right away, seeing that I wasn’t dressed for this weather at all coming back from a tropical Island that I had spent the last six months on before decided that it was time to come home, that…. and I didn’t have the strength to apply for the necessary papers that was due to me not being an illegal immigrant on the island of St Vincent where I had been held up, living in my parents newly bought house that they got after learning that Ryan and Sky was staying.
I made a deep sigh inward. That was the worst time of my life, really, worst f*****g time coming over and just pretending not to die, that I was in fact still dying on the inside when I walked slow and ignored the glances men gave me. I was wear
