I was always what you could say."Shy, timid and an introvert". I was always in the back , be it school or any social gathering. Besides I thought that was easy. To always be in the background. Now here i am infront of the manager of the small cafe i work at being accused of theft. "I didnt do it Mr Hackman " i said in a small voice. "I know Tracy but all the evidence points to you now, so tell me. What should I do. Because even though you dont know it , our customers like you alot. You are not chatty ,just abit clumsy. But it's okay. So you tell me ,what am gonna do with you"? said Mr Hackman in his gruff but gentle voice. I always thought of Mr Hackman as such a gentle man. He wouldn't do anything I didnt like. And it wast as if I was afraid of him or anything.

But after being honest and all. I still got fired for doing nothing wrong.I knew my colleagues hated me but I didnt know it was to this extent. Am sure they all planned against me. Because am the most liked over there. But how can I complain? Am not such to do so. So I cant. Now back to the question if the day.

Where am I gonna get a job?? It was cold. Seated just a few blocks after the cafe at some children park. I always came here to relax but today is an exception. I actually cant relax at all. It like my life took a 180° turn around. All I know is I dont have a job. And my apartment is not any better from out here. I havent been able to fix my heater for like a thousand years now and has turned my room into a snow ground. It was much colder than out here. I really had to get up and go home. Atleast I had that. And I had atleast paid two months of my rent before this. So I'd just try to look for a job before then. Finally I had made my mind up and stood up to leave. I just couldnt allow myself to cry even if I wanted to. "Tracy, this is no time to cry ,gather yourself. "I said mentally. I just pushed NY glasses where its supposed to be and kept walking down the road to my home.

My apartment wasnt that shabby. I always try to keep it clean inspite of how worn out my stuff is. I made sure it always looked neat and presentable. Just like now. I just walked over to my couch and dropped myself onto it. Half lying on the couch and half on the floor. I slept that way. With all my clothes from outside and with all the cold and sorrow. I just slept. I just felt the need to let go through sleep. I just wouldnt bring myself to think. And with just a sign here and there. I slept.