On the outskirts of New Orleans, in the middle of the wilderness, near a small lake, in a large, dirty and abandoned building, I live.

        In a dusty room with moldy walls and worn out. The bed is also missing the closet and the carpet. My "room" is made up of a small, wet bedside, and a blanket covered on the bare and cold floor. That's how I live.

       I am not adopted, nor an orphan. Just the lack of parents. My mother went into prison when I was 6 years old. She was incarcerated for the crime. More specifically, drugs. She steals them and sells them. My dad's been reported missing for a very long time. I never saw him. Or ... maybe I do not remember him.

       I do not live alone. I have a lot of ,, neighbors ". Funny said neighbors. Rather masters, landlords ... I do not live in a courtesy building. I'm a prisoner. At least that's what I think. I was found under a bridge, I was hiding there to download after they closed my mother. It was winter and it was cold. Frozen. I was almost "gone". The people they live with found me. I, as a "servant," are rewarding.

        - Alexiz ?? Alexiz?

The cook is "my deadly enemy." He's my boss. He's a terrible and terrible person.

        -Where are you afurisito ??

I could only be in my room. I was not allowed elsewhere.

        -I'm here. Up.

        "What happened again?"

 The woman reached the door of the room and the door was locked.

        - Do you think you can get rid of duties if you do? You will open it right now. Otherwise ... you will do the work of Miranda.

Miranda is the one who does the cleaning.

        -The door is not locked ...

I headed for the door and forced it.

        -Do not lie.

        - I told you ... I told you, it's not locked. I do not even have a key ...

I was happy that the door was blocked. I knew if it was open, I would work all day. I wanted to stay that way.

       -What are we going to do now?

I asked her with the smile on my lips.

      - Get out of here! I will open it forcefully ....

I was sure she would break it.Margret was very fat.

      -Do not get near ...

 I was not going to get close to her. I ran quickly against the wall and put my hands on my eyes. Margret rushed to the door and ... just as I supposed, she broke it. She fell down and stabbed on the floor. I immediately broke into laughter. She raised her head and looked at me contemptuously.

        -Help me, do not look like a hiccup. See what you laugh at after entering the kitchen. You still look at ...

  I leaned over to help her. I abstained hardly not to laugh. I grabbed her hand. It was impossible for me to pick it up. She was over 100 pounds.

          -I can not...

          -Strate yourself ... I think I have a leg fracture.

Margret glued her palm to the floor, and with a maximum effort I lifted it up ...

         -Ah, what a shame you are. You had to lock the door ...

         -I did not, either ...

          - Shut up ... I'm tired of hearing you. Good. I'm done here ... Go to the job.

           -What work?

           -Do you ask? The kitchen is completely dirty.

I have not said anything. I knew if I was going to give up, I would give up. So it was useless.

          I went into the kitchen. I was terrified when I stepped the door. The kitchen was going to be my biggest nightmare.I've seen many dirty places, but ...

         I walked smoothly on the peaks to the oak wood table and stopped. I watched it ... It was filled with "food," and dishes unspliced. The sink had traces of jam and it was full of dirty pots. The floor was "decorated" with traces of boots and "magic" dust. The furniture was moldy and eager. To be cleaned ... Some stools were turned upside down. The kitchen inspires my mercy.

        I realized I'd be busy all day, including the evening cleaning up the disaster in the kitchen. So I decided to start my job as soon as possible hoping to finish by bedtime.

I went to the bathroom to find some towels or good cloths on the floor. I went in and found no cloth or anything ... I came back. We climbed the stairs leading to the attic to the bridge. When I got to the door, it was to stop me from the threshold. I took a step back and moved forward again. I slipped through the junk and finally found the clothes closet. Of course ... and old and unused. I took a synthetic shirt and made a small rust with my teeth to rip it with my hands afterwards. I broke it in three portions, then I lowered the stairs. As I descended, I realized that the stairs had to be cleaned. They were dusty, more precisely,by the layer that came from the walls. I went into the kitchen and started my business ... I took a bucket and filled it with the water from the sink. I wet the cloth and started wiping the closets.

           In the house, there is not just me and Margret ... as an employee. Margret is hired, not me. We have guards, a housekeeper ... for example, Alexander. He is the right hand of the boss, Fabrizzio.

           While washing the furniture, Alexander stepped into the kitchen door. It came unexpectedly. When I heard the noise of the boots I turned around, I stood up. I looked into his eyes and said softly: "I was scared ...".Alex responded with a confused look. After I assured myself, I came back. The bucket was about two inches taller than my left foot, because of that ... the bucket overturned at the same time with me. Alex stared at the scene. He looked at me puzzled and shocked.

             -You hurt yourself?

               -I do not think.

        - Then get rid of the water you poured ...

I did, of course, what he had ordered me.

By the evening I finished my tasks. I was so relieved, so happy.I never did that much.

I went to my room and sat down. I wanted to rest. I stood immediately. The head of my imagination was running out of dreams. Everything was so great, so impossible ... I was in my world.

Sitting down, unconscious, I was not in touch with what was happening in reality. We have no idea that my window almost evaporates. Strong noises were heard. My ears were sighing. Suddenly, I opened my eyes. I felt a great shock. The stones were pointing to my window. The window had already cracked a little.I ran to the skirts, a few inches from the window and opened it like the stones could not break the window. When those unconscious attackers saw the window open, they stopped. I heard their laughter and the quick steps. I thought they were running away. That's why I moved lightly towards the window. I took my head out the window. A boy was still there. He was head down. We can not see his face. He looked around to see, probably, if anyone came. He looked up at me. Then I could see him. He was a tall boy with black hair and a little beard. He seemed young, about 20-21 years old.I showed him a killing look. He showed me a small, but scared smile. They probably did not know people were living in the building. He took a step back, then ran to his partners.

 His face stayed in my mind.

Two minutes later, Miranda came, the housekeeper. She opened the door quickly and looked at me scared. Behind her came Garry, one of Fabrizzio's men. He went to the window and saw the crack that the boys did. They both asked me in the chorus:

   -What you did?

   -Nothing! There have been people of nothing, and they have stoned here. I said disappointed.

   - Sure? I hope you did not do this to look for attention!

   -What the? Not! But there's nothing I can do? I told you, "people without occupation." I would not...

    -Oh my! What's that madness about?said Miranda, seeing the stones that entered the house. Gems filled with dust ... Miranda was so obsessed with cleanliness. It was a detective. He had to investigate every dust wire and the guilt of the one who caused it to appear.

    -Sure you did that! said the woman as a person without a thought ... I was living in the same house for years and did not know me at all.

   -No, I did not! I just told you! If I had done it, I probably would not have hit my window, did I?

   - Let's see you again! I'll ask the others too.

   Garry had already left. Miranda was still looking at my room, then she left.

I felt like I was bursting. I abstained hard not to scream.

Because of the anguish, I fell asleep. It came at night. I did not wake up until morning. The inhabitants of the house were already doing their usual chores. Margret had noticed that I was not yet in the kitchen. Do not let things like that. It was a crime to sleep longer than usual. In a sense, she considers me her opponent. He used to think it was a competition between us. Although, I was 17 years old, and she was around 50. It was eight o'clock and something. And ... it lasted for so long, and Margret started pulling the locked door. He saw that he did not open and began to beat. He struggled a few times, then began to fight the door. I opened my eyes. I was telling myself not to open, but I knew I'd be in trouble. I got up from the rough carpet and opened the door with regret ... Margret was anxious to insult me ​​and keep my morale. She did this too. She looked better at me and said with a smile to my face:

What's wrong with that girl? You look like a bee hive attacked you ...

I immediately went to the bathroom. I stared at the ogling and scowled. The mirror was the way she was, but she could see very well that my face was really disfigured. My eyes were swollen, and tired, the circles aging. I had very red cheeks. I took a handful of water and put it on my face. I gently wiped off my towel and left for a few minutes out in the air. The door guards looked at me as if they saw a fantasy. I did not notice. I was not interested in their opinions. Not at all.

       I went inside. Miranda headed for the door. She is looking for me to list the tasks I had to do.

      -Take your job and stop playing as you did yesterday. Next time you'll get a punishment if you're blocking the doors again.

He told me by walking at me.

    -I understand.

I was not going to take my defense because I knew it was in vain.

      I went to the hall because I had to wipe the tile. That's where I got my eyes on Alex and Garry. They ate coffee. They looked at me, they drank their coffee and dove to me. They put my canes in my hand.

    -Take them in their place!

I gave them a cool look. As usual, they pretended not to see. I put the cans in their place, and then I started maturing on the floor. As we matured, a noise was heard. Sounds like a harness or moped engine. I was very curious about the thing that caused the sound. I looked out the window in the next room. There was nothing, so I went to the bathroom. That's where I saw. It was a motorcycle person. He had a helmet, so I could not see his face. I was looking intently. I was very curious about the one under the helmet. He turned his head toward me. I took a step back, but I did not leave the window, so I was still visible. It did not take long and left. The person under the helmet brought me the interest and the curiosity, because the area I was staying was a very deserted ... About a week passed a car or another car on that road. I went and done my chores, then I went to my room. It was afternoon. Usually, at this time, we did something to eat or wash carpets, but then it was an unusual day. I finished my tasks early, and then I did not get another.

It was 19:00. I started reading a book. Of course it was not a carton, beautiful and new. There was a book, or rather a half-book I found in the attic, dirty and missing pages. I really enjoyed reading, composing, getting informed and even singing. But we could not have these things.

         I was reading, but I read "naked", because my mind was just where I was under the mysterious helmet. I was wondering if she was a girl or a boy, had long or short hair and more ...

         I read a chapter from that book, then I thought a little. I was thinking about my parents. How would it be if I was like everyone else ... I think if I did not have what I had or if I had not been what I am, my life would have been ruined. I have always had this sentence in my mind, "What I am and what I will bring to me a wonderful future sometime." I always consoled myself with these words. God has ordained things in my life, so everything will be fine.

       I fell asleep. In the morning, when I woke up, I had an unusual enthusiasm. I was happy, positive. I had the feeling that something beautiful would happen. I drew my dirt out of the room, and then I headed for the window. I opened it. It seemed like the view was prettier than ever. I walked out of the room. I was wondering if the people in the building were still sleeping, but it was impossible because it was already late. I went to the kitchen, there was nobody. I went to the hallways, there was nobody. I went to Miranda and Margaret's room. I opened the door slowly and no one was room. I went downstairs. I finally got someone. It was Garry, Alexander and Daniel, the guards. I asked why the house was so deserted.

        - They're all going to the funeral!

        - What funeral? Is he a domestic relative or ...?

       - Where do you live? Yesterday at noon died Ma ... Mara ... aaa, Margret, the cooker. Poor woman. She still had to live!