My Very First Power Journal of the Week!!

This is my very first Power Journal of the Week! It was the first time I was able to really get into what I was writing about, and I think it shows as you read.
I really hope you like it!

The Artist
No. 20

When I wake up in the morning, I go straight to the mirror. I rub away the make up left under my eyes, try to get the bright red off my lips so my day can actually begin. Staring in that mirror, I know who I am and what I am capable of, but the person looking back at me is what I have to be for now.

My parents kicked me out on my 16 birthday, and ever since then it has been me against the world. Traveling along, somehow I ended up in Chicago, the “new” New York City. I got a job as a waitress, and was going to save up some money to be able to make something of myself. There is a real nice art college up here, and I’ve always been good with a pencil in my hand. Well, as luck would have it, I’m not very good at handling food or being nice to rude customers. As I’m sure you could guess, they fired me not too long after they hired me. Times are tough, people way smarter than me are out here looking for jobs to get by, some even with families. I didn’t have any kind of chance. Then I met this girl named Charlene. Her clothes were real shiny, and she seemed so exotic. We got to talking, and I spilled my guts about everything that had been going on. I was homeless, smelly, and just dirty in general. She took me under her wing, but I haven’t decided if I’m grateful for it yet.

The night life here is pretty crazy. Charlene showed me that. She sells herself for money, and now I do too. I have a nice apartment with her, and we make it pretty good. The difference between me and her is this: I am still saving up that money to make something of myself. That college is just down the street calling my name, one day, I’ll make it there.

People judge me, but they don’t realize that this is my only choice. I paint my lips, decorate my eyes, and become someone I’m not every night. One day though, I’ll be done with all this. The whole world will know my real name, they will know who I really am. They will know me through my art.