She quickly picked up her overcoat from it's hanger. This is a moment she's been waiting for, she set out for her little journey to Regina. She sat quietly in the bus, she's been too secured lately. She's just 25 years yet she's lacking employment. She felt someone yank her, like the third time now. She tried cautioning but she's scared she'll get noticed. She's been living so secretive, she's been stealing and being in to illegal lifestyle here in Canada. She's been running away for like a year now. She took her nearly fallen hood and placed it back properly. This feeling of negligence, self guilty. She's never felt this fear before not even when she lost Granny or Dad. Why on Earth would she even put her lone self into all these,how tragic is life in Canada for Candice.

"Je suis désolée", said the guy from her back. She sweeped off her brown hair across her face. She felt so messy. She didn't even take her proper bath this morning.

Her hands reached into her rucksack. She pulls out her mini mirror,looked at her reflection. She's a total mess, her brown hair scattered all over her face, glued along with the sweat. Her pink lips were worn out of color, now purple.

Her eyes are so sunken and red.

They seemed to have stopped she peeked on outside, it's snowing. It's December, a very intriguing season to Miss. Afshordi. Her destination for the week, she's moving over to Regina to stay with her so called friend, Yvonne. Its been a while she had some sticks and it's breaking her. She's getting these terrible symptoms of addiction. She's noticing those attention she's been avoiding. The yanking guy stared at her strangely. It's getting suspicious now. She's takes her rucksack and highlights from the bus. Her life's such a mess for. She sluggishly walks to another bus stop which is a mile away. Taking those steps along with her itchy neck and cossy nose. Her little neck twisted while she walked, she didn't take a notice of when her hood fell off. Those eyes she's been running from for like months are now starring, so badly. She looked at the bay, for a reflection to know why those faces despise her. Her hood has fallen off exposing her ill face, at an instant those flashing lights from their phones kept snapping, she tried covering up but it's so late. She hears the siren

"Oh!! Shit", she muttered under her breath. She looked at the cops car, the road walkers who decided to pay attention to her and then to the bay. She's just a mess. She could remember when she was just 13, when Daddy normally tell her, " The life of theft isn't worth anything". But just look at herself. It's so not worth it just like daddy said. She took dozens of deep breaths, raised her hands in the air. " You got me, okay?", She screamed aloud.

The cop came running towards her with his pistol in his left hand and a handcuff in his other hand. She kept her hands above her head while she kept leaning on the little bridge. As the cop tried cuffing her hands up. She looked, quickly reacted, giving him a low blow. The cop screamed while the citizens rebelled too, picking up stones. She screamed aloud, " ah!!", She's never been treated like this in her life before, she's been an outcast for a year now. She's never dreamed of this sort of pain. She's endured enough, she quickly jumped Into the bay. Using her rucksack as a support, she swimmed her way through. Her messy bun was all lose and gumed on her neck. " A nice bath though". She swam for exactly a 24 hours. She's feeling nauseous right now. She's never swam so long in her life. Yes! She's a good swimmer, she's always lived comfortably till her dad and Granny was murdered right before her eyes on her birthday. And she swore to avenge, but things also turned out bad. Her Daddy's legacy was all willed to another, she's been on a quest to find this Mr. Quinn. Mr. Quinn, the man who killed her family, the man who took her life and made it so miserable for her to live with.

Ever since she became a bastard, at 13, she's been finding her little way through life. At 14, she moved to street life. She slept under Bridges and night clubs was like a home to her. She attended a night club at 15, on that night she left Quebéc for Toronto along with her friends. She was so god damn drunken. She was just a little girl then, she felt someone drag her to a hotel, it smelt like it, it looked like it. Her eyes were so blurry but she could tell that it was a feminine status. She could barely see her off her outfit and hers. She tried fighting off this hands and power, like, what's going on? She was stripped off all her outfit and underpants. Then her mouth started sucking on hers so skillfully, her hands slipped into her flower at an instant she fell off so wet. What's this strange feeling she's facing. This isn't so right but it's feels so great, so good and pleasurable. Her drunken self held this feminine hips so tight. She was so lost in cloud 9. The feminine mouth collided with hers. She's so talented in her stuff. Her hands roamed round her body, teasing every nerve she had till she dozed off. Waking up with still those blurry vision and head aches. She tried finding her way through to the bathroom, which she eventually did, she took a palm filled with water pouring against her face. She looked at her image in the mirror, she saw some hickeys on her neck, she began recollecting those moments from last night. Her eyes fell to naked self which she didn't realize until now. She quickly grabbed a bath towel and wrapped herself from her shameless self, tears rolled down her eyes.

" It's not right", she said to herself. She leaned in on the door while those tears kept flowing down. She's just 15 yet her life's a mess, a disaster. She's been a drop out after father died. She's always aspired to be a curator. But here she is been a sex tool and lost soul in this god damn world. A every awkward smell filled the air, she began coughing endlessly, she tried crawling out of the bathroom. She moved to the mini living room, looking up at the female, sitting like a Demi God. Her hair so dark as the night. A body hugged black gown showcasing all her accessories. She looks so, so fantastic. Candice noticed the stick hanging out on her mouth stylishly, like she's so sophisticated in smoking. She straightened her hand towards Candice. She'd grab it in fear.

"You look more prettier this morning", her voice like a Melody to the soul, as cool as an ice.

" Yes, Candice, ask me?",

She tried escaping these awful smell but yet it's even stronger.

" I'm sorry", she said sweetly trashing the stick into the steel trash laid across the room.

" What's the problem, you look beaten", she brought her closer.

" I'm fine ma'am", " good morning anyways".

" It's alright besides I'm no ma'am, My names are Star Wright, let's just say, I'm your queen for now, okay?".

' Queen ', Candice groaned.

" I'm just 15, I don't want this".

" I know who you are, what you're, every fucking thing about you, Candice".

She gripped the tail of her robe. How can a woman be so loving to another feminine. Is it right? It's not the life she wanted. Those tears started rolling down again. Star quickly embraced this young girl. She just saw her as a little helpless thing who got her jerked up at one stare. She saw the way she moved her body during the party, the way she made her want her, the way her little waist swung with the air, communed with the rhythm. It was magic, she's magic, now these tears makes her heart break, it cripples her soul. She just wanted to protect her, she just wanted to her glow.

" It's alright!", She patted her tenderly like a baby in her arms. She led her gently towards the bed. They both rolled in under the duvet.

She arrived at the bank of Hudson Bay. She's never been so stressed like today. She's always been running but today's another level. She was dripping wet as her coat released all the water it absorbed from the swim. She kept shivering, and crawling along with her rucksack. She pulled out her phone from her pocket. She looked at the screen, 5:00pm. " Holy cow!", She exclaimed.

Quickly drew her pattern still in shivers. Opened her WhatsApp.

Star: How're you?

Candice: I'm not finding this mission funny

Star: With time, Candice. You'll.

Candice looked at the screen, puzzled, like what?

Candice: I hope so, Star.

Candice quickly stuffed her phone back into her mini purse. She took some sticks from the same purse, lighted it and finally she felt at home again. She leaned on the pillar while she smoked with that her cold still inflicted her badly. She began pulling off all her outfits, from the coat, to the shirt then to her trousers. She peeked in on her flower, it's been a while since she got rubbed on down.

"This is me"