My Beloved Tutor

Chapter 2

A man walked through the street to his home, he kept cursing at everything he passes, he hates where he is living and the area, there were children running around, playing in dirt. He cursed at them and continued walking. If God should help him and his project becomes a success, moving out of here would be the first thing he would do. But, at the moment he needed to make sure that everything is set perfectly and he had an inkling that he would win, he has to, all his life he had been preparing for this, if it doesn't work out then he is doomed for the rest of his life.

"Hell no, it's going to work, I have been chosen, I have looked at the draft of the others, none of them could amount to mine, even Mr Bill said so" he murmured to himself, trying not to step inside a puddle as he avoided stepping on a banana peel that was on the ground. "f**k this place " he cursed, if only he had a choice, nothing in the world would make him live here, in the slums.

"I just need some cash, if I am able to land myself three thousand dollar bills, I am good to go but where can I get so much? I don't even have to five hundred dollars in my savings and this constant going around and taking cabs just to look good is draining me, when will it end? Mr Bill better choose my work, if not, what else can I be doing? He kept murmuring to himself. He could already picture himself working in Fashionista, the best clothing brand in Chicago, all he just needs to do is bring his design to life before the big day but how can he do that? He needs real cash to buy the materials and one of the requirements in the contract is that every designer should come with their work in their hands. Mr Bill already expressed his love for his design, if he could just gather the materials and have it sewn, then his life is blessed.

something hit his leg, bringing him out of this thought but before he could notice what was happening, children were running towards him and they stepped into a puddle beside him, splashing dirty water on him as they fought to get their ball.