Destiny

Destiny was a misunderstood girl. She was a depressed, lonely, and hopeless young woman. Her mom was strung out on drugs, and her father was nowhere to be found. She hated her life, and she hated everyone else, even the people who tried to help her out.

Destiny stayed in one the most dangerous neighborhoods in Detroit. A couple days couldn't past, without seeing or hearing about a fight or killing. She feared walking home from school everyday. She was seventeen years old, a senior in high school, who could only read at an eighth grade level. Since her mom was never really around, she would have to stay home from school to look after her baby sister.

"Destiny, where's mom, said Kisha."

"I don't know Kisha said Destiny."

"Well I miss mom, she's always gone."

"I know, I know, don't worry I'm here Kisha; I'll always be here."

It had been a few days since Destiny had seen her mom. She was very frustrated. She couldn't believe that her mom couldn't even call her. She cried whenever her sister was not in the room.

"Why is this happening to me?"

"I didn't do anything to deserve this kind of life, cried Destiny."

It was three o'clock in the morning when the phone rung. She answered the phone. It was her mom on the other end.

"Hey baby, I'm sorry about not calling you sooner."

"Yeah, well where are you at mom Kisha keeps asking about you."

"Well Destiny I was just calling to tell you that I'm not coming home."

"What?"

"I'm going to New York, I need to get away from here."

"Mom, what about us?"

"Honey you have to take over now. I love you."

Her mom hung up, those were the last three words Destiny would ever hear her mom say. She tossed and turned the rest of the night. Kisha came into the room to wake up Destiny. She had overslept, which made her and Kisha miss school. Kisha could see the pain in Destiny's eyes. She knew she had to tell why their mom wouldn't be coming home and that she moving to New York. Destiny told Kisha the horrible news. They both wept and held each other until they both fell asleep.

A couple months had passed, Destiny struggled to make ends meet. She had to borrow food from her neighbors just so that they could eat every night. She knew that she would have to do something, or they would lose everything.

Unfortunately, she made the decision not to continue in school and drop out. Her teachers and counselors tried to stop her, but she knew what had to be done. She went to all the stores that were hiring part-time workers. Destiny has never worked anywhere so this would be hard for her to get use to. Some of the places she applied to were Target, McDonalds, Sears, and Marshall Fields. She went to her next-door neighbor because she needed help answering some of the questions. She hoped and prayed that at least one of the stores would call her back for an interview. However, a couple months passed, still no response. Destiny obliviously was under qualified for any of these jobs. Now it was time for her to come up with a solution to her problem. She was desperate for money. This girl was willing to do anything and I mean anything. She thought about becoming a prostitute. Destiny went to boyfriend, told her that was not the way to go.

"I know you having problems, baby, but you don't have to do that."

"Alright Kevin, what can I do then?"

"I know since you're a good dancer you can work at the gentleman's club on 8mile near John R."

"Okay I guess I really don't have any choice but to do that."

The next day Destiny went to the club to see if they were looking for new dancers. The name of the club was All Stars. It was big and bright. When she walked in the club, she couldn't believe her eyes. She has never seen such nice things in her entire life. The bar was painted metallic black with chrome running across the edges. The floor was a blend of gray and black marble tile. After she looked around for a while, she decided to go to the manager.