The orphaned she wolf

Nine years later

“Ergh” I groan at my stupid alarm I’m way too tired for my shift at work today. My phone rings, it’s my boss “ hi Rocky there’s been a leak in the office from the bad storm we had last night there won’t be any work today I’ll call you later on to let you know about the rest of the week” I put the phone down jump back in bed and think well thank f**k for that! I love my bed I could live in it, well I basically do. Nice white wooden double bed with diamonte’s in the head rest with a thick duvet and satin sheets ( to poor for silk unfortunately) but I love it I had black shaggy pillows and a black and white drawing on my wall just above my head rest. My room was black and white themed with the occasional purple thrown in ( my fav colour of course).

Things were really difficult and money was tight since my mum hadn’t left me anything as there was nothing to leave me. Luckily because of how run down my estate was and no one wanted to step foot in it as they didn’t want any trouble my neighbour was able to pull some strings at her work and I was able to keep my mum’s flat on the condition that Emily who lives next door watches over me and paid the rent. With housing benefit it was only like £10 a week anyways plus I use to work in the local corner shop after school so I could pay my way for food and bills etc.

Emily was good to me her and my mum weren’t exactly friends but I think she took pity and everyone knows what the foster system is like it’s no place for anyone. She wasn’t exactly rich but she done ok. Emily works for the council in the housing department that’s how she was able to pull a few strings when I turned eighteen she managed to get me a job there but in another department I work as an apprentice in the same department. I do ok but with bills and everything I can’t exactly afford the finer things in life. I do ok though. I have long black hair, green eyes, big boobs tiny waste you know everything the boys love and the girls envy. I’m not the prettiest but I’m not ugly I feel pretty average plus out of my salary I do like to get my lashes and brows done it makes all the difference the only luxuries I have really. Emily took me under her wing being a single mum to a teenage boy I’m kind of the daughter she never had. She always says that to me anyways. Whenever we have a bit of extra cash we do like a spa day at home with each other, painting each others nails, face masks everything a mother and daughter usually do. Emily was pretty she always had guys after her but they the wrong type just other thugs on the estate I guess. She was taller than me well everyone is since I’m only 5ft nothing but she had short blonde hair blue eyes she could light up every room honestly she was my saviour and I owe everything to her.

My one dream in life is to earn enough money to buy me and Emily a nice house each she deserves it. I doubt that will happen on my wage though. Minimum wage and only working part time not exactly great. The pack house offer help to people like us but it’s a bit embarrassing and it’s not as if I can’t afford to live I can I just have to budget you know turn all the switches of when not using them save on the electric, having showers instead of baths and buy frozen and tinned food fresh food only when I get paid I like to treat myself that way nothing beats a spaghetti bolognese. Plus it’s depressing walking into the pack house anyways I mean it’s only round the corner from where I work but with it being like a massive mansion with big, black, steal electric gates on there it’s still a good 15 minute walk. It’s nothing like my home. My tiny 1 bed flat ( me and my mum use to share a room). I painted it white through out trying to get rid of the yellow stains from the cigarette smoke I hated so much as a kid who knew ide then end up smoking. I have vinyl flooring through out as were not allowed laminate being a council rented property and laminate being to expensive I mean my place is nice, well cosy I like to say it suits my style I would like to get more furniture though. I was hoping I would of met my mate by now and we could do it up together or move to buy a nice big house. I thought I would of met him when I turned eighteen but nope nothing. I guess you just can’t rush these things, hopefully one day soon though.