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I hope I am right where I should be.

I arrived at the airport about an hour ago and here I am getting the key to my apartment from the ”office assistant ”.

”Hope you enjoy your stay here,by the way I am Daphne. If you need anything feel free to meet me I live in room 278 ”.

”Thanks Daphne I am Amore Cleve ”

I walked away and I went to my room which seems to be upstairs.

”Room 205……….205…….two hundred and five…where are you? ”

I finally found room 206 which means my room is directly opposite or beside it but the second option seems impossible because there are only two doors opposite each other and I found my room.

Yayyyyy.

I opened the door and was surprised to see a clean and moderately furnished room.

It had an open floor plan and the sitting room had a centre table surrounded by two couches and a rocking chair with a vase on the table.

I brought in my suitcase and left it in the sitting room as I went to what seemed like my room.

”Wow ” the room had a bookshelf filled with books and beautiful paintings on the wall.

Well………If I remember correctly Daphne told me the other couple who lived here did not pack all their stuffs when they left because they moved to Las Vegas and they had everything they needed there.

The room had a small bed with two wardrobes and a cupboard at the far sides of the bed.

I looked around the house and it had a bathroom and a toilet with a small room maybe for storage.

I went to the kitchen and though it was quite small the open floor plan made it look bigger.

There was a breakfast bar with a stool.So far so good the house was manageable.

I wonder where she got the money to pay for such luxury cause moving down here I was expecting a shabby little apartment with a toilet, kitchen, bedroom, sitting room and whatever all in the same room.

I mean what do you expect? I am a Nigerian.

I settled in quickly unpacking all my clothes and placing them in the wardrobe

I kept my passport safe remembering everything I am now.

I am a new creature. Old Nigeria is passed away and behold I am renewed for suffering.

I am Amore Cleve, a new person that naive Nigerian girl is gone.

”My dad is dead, he died in the labour room during delivery and my mom choked on a grain of sand ” I muttered trying to master my new identity.

” Come on does that even sound sensible to you ” my logical side tried to reason but somehow the more dominant illogical part took over and the fight ended.

Well since I am stuck here lets get to know each other better.

I am Amore Cleve, an escapee from Nigeria. I am 16 years and I had a mother and father(don ask me the reason for the past tense).

I breathe SARCA** so I tend to take everything unserious.Life is too short to take my life by myself. Squeezing my face is squeezing life out of me but thats what I plan to do in the United States squeeze.

My greatest fear is being kidnapped in a truck and not a Lamborghini or Ferrari or Rolls Royce but a hideous truck.

I unpacked my bags and took some of the money that was given to me.

You know that feeling of being clueless when everyone else is totally AWARE?..

YES, that was the feeling when I found out this morning I was being sent to the United States for being so smart. I was literally shoved into a plane.

That was just a joke. I was totally AWARE but I was never prepared to grow up this fast. Situations were the catalysts to my GROWTH and now I am just a girl determined to survive. I might joke around a lot but deep inside its just a cover up….a camouflage.

I need to get a job, buy some groceries and a new laptop. I wore a denim trouser and jacket and a pair of moccasins to look a bit presentable.

I brushed my shoulder length hair backwards using a hair band to hold it back and I stepped out of my apartment.

As I shut the door I noticed the apartment 206 looked kind of abandoned even from the exterior. Rusted door knob,peeling paints….

and it was the closest apartment to mine.

Guess I am alone in this world

I went downstairs to the ”administrative office ” where Daphne was. I asked for a map to locate the grocery store and a tech store

She was quite nice, she printed a map for me with a cross sign on places I could get a job and the grocery and tech store.

I went to the locations on the map to see if I could get a job but all to no avail because of my race.

Whenever I got to a store some told me ”we have got a someone already, there is no job again ” even when they still had the vacancy post held up high in EXAGGERATED WRITINGS.

I even got to some places, they either look at me and laugh or tell me ”We don want black brains here, I am in need of intelligent people ”

It was hard and I already went to every store but none had a positive response.

The only positive thing right now is my blood type.

I actually deserved a TREAT so I bought a cup of coffee in one of the coffee shops I visited and I continued my search for a job but as I was going I bumped into a tree and spilled my coffee.

” hey are you blind or intellectually impotent? ”

Guess its not a tree after all.

ALERT!!!

ALERT!!!

ARROGANT JERK ON THE LOOSE. HE IS TOTALLY ARROGANT.

HOW CLICHE!!!!!

My first day here in New York and I am already involved with some COCKY RAM.

Come on, throw me into one of those American high school rom coms cause this feels like one.

” You basically bumped into me and you are asking if I am blind I should be asking you that. ”

”ARE YOU BLIND? ” I retorted angrily.

”ohhhhh don bother answering cause I am sure you are but sorry I don have time to spare fools like you sorry. Go and get the job man. ”I said patting his well pleated and expensive looking suit.

Was that too much?

Well on second thoughts he deserves it.

I walked away from him but soon enough I realized half of the coffee was spilt on his clothes so I walked back to him.

He sounded depressed and annoyed but he had special abilities to TRIGGER anyone.

”I think you need the remaining coffee more than I do so take ” I forced it into his hand

”you need to calm down and take the chill pill before coming out of your house ” I say and I got a scoff and distorted look(a smirk) from him.

” Do you have any idea who I am or what I could do to you? ” he asks as I walked away and I didn respond until I walked far away from him.

”Sorry but I don give a damn but on second thought NICE SUIT you look well fed but you are actually dumb. I guess thats why you just can get a job ” I turned and walked farther away as I saw some guys walking towards him.

I guess he had job seeking friends. Getting a job in the U.S must be hard then.

I went in search of a coffee shop or bakery just to get something to eat and somewhere to rest my aching legs.

After walking for a while I finally saw a coffee shop I went inside and stood in the line.

I was next on the line when a couple of guys jumped in front of me and placed in their orders I think I need to get used to this.

It actually happened earlier.

The waitress or bartender or whatever glanced at them and she stared at me before talking.

”Guys she is next so back off, cappuccino right ” she asks and I nodded as she handed over my cappuccino.

A lovable person after all.

”Do you have any job opening? I can do the cleaning just anything. ”

I asked and as she was about to answer out of nowhere a guy came and he gave me a cold reply after staring at me like I was some sort of garbage.

Guess what he said wellllll its a big NO.

I gave up on searching for a job and I finally got a window seat.

I stared outside the window and I saw a young guy coming out from a black gorgeous looking Lamborghini Aventado.

He must be damn rich cause as he came out of his car the media started clicking their shots and people stopped to take pictures and get a glance of him. He was welcomed by almost 15 guards and a group of people

I looked up and I saw the name of the company written in large block letters

”POWERS CORPORATION ”

This makes me actually think of the chill pill guy. I guess I shouldn have reacted that way because he looked like he was as frustrated as I was.

He had a well pleated suit on and documents on his hand so he was possibly searching for a job like I was and I ended up being totally rude.

Sadly, the only thing I took note of was his voice. Its really true ANGER clouds your vision because what if he was handsome and worth a glance.

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!