Karis POV "But- J-Just give me two weeks! I promise you that I can bring in more customers!" I practically whined, my boss glared at me and yelled "I've already given you a month Kari! A damn month!" His cigarette breath wafted near my nose and I almost gagged, tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill out. "Now out! Now!" I nodded meekly and grabbed my box of things, making sure to slam the door on the way out. °°°°A week later°°°° It had been a week since I was fired and now I was at home, cleaning, when there was series of loud bangs and kicks from the door. I put down the broom and went over, looking through the peephole. There stood 3 buff angry looking men, tapping their feet and cigarettes hanging from their fat lips. My eyes widened and I opened the door weakly. "When do we get our money, woman?!" The largest guy to the right asked, stepping towards me fiercely as I backed up. °°°°A half hour later°°°° I stood in the rain, soaking wet, boxes and bags surrounding me. I sat down and sobbed loudly, since the street had been deserted once the heavy rain started to fall. I didn't care whether my butt got soaked or if my stuff got soaked. I could only think of how shitty my life was and why I ended up like this. No home. No money. No nothing. I thought wishes came true.