Royalty Gone Bad

Writer’s POV:

Asahd went through hell that week. The limited food, cold showers, common clothes and life. He shed at least a tear every single night. It’d been only five days, yet, Asahd actually felt like giving up on life. For real. And on top of that, he had not found a job yet and it was already the weekend. Though he’d really searched for one.

Djafar with the help of Saïda, maintained his word. Now they gave nothing but plain toast to Asahd in the morning and a can of baked beans, for dinner. Eventually, if he didn’t find a little job before the next week, he would have nothing at all. Asahd knew it was no joke. He was finished.

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Asahd’s POV:

I left another shop, still no one wanted help or wanted to employ a worker. I had come down to nothing. It was so hard that I’d ended up asking if I could clean floors, shop and restaurant toilets...

Yes, I was ready to be nothing but a cleaner. I’d tried everything. I’d gone to restaurants and had asked to clean their floors or help to wash dishes in the kitchen, but nothing. I’d knocked at people’s door, asking if they needed a babysitter, but to no avail. I was tired.

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I sat on a wall in the streets, a lump in my throat.

It’d been a few days, yet I started to see what it felt like to be without resources. What it felt like to toil and look for any means to make a little money. I was hungry most of the time because I ate nothing but plain toast in the morning and stayed like that till evening, when I would have canned beans. I couldn’t even steal snacks from the fridge because Djafar had put a lock on in.

'A LOCK! WHO THE HELL, PUTS A LOCK ON A FRIDGE?!'

I was so angry. Angry at my parents. I felt I hated them for doing this to me. I was angry at Djafar, for participating in their evil plan. I was angry at the world! I was bitter and had not spoken to either Saïda or Djafar, for days. My objective was, to find a damned job that would give me a little money.

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I was scrolling through my phone when I came up with an idea. Just like that.

′This better work.′

I hopped off the wall and walked my way to the busy streets. I took a deep breath because what I was about to do was going to need a lot of courage and convincing.

′Think positive.′

I shut my eyes and forced the frown I had on, off my face.

′Time to use your skills.′

I thought in amusement. I was very good at convincing people, especially the ladies. I scored a lot of points with them, when I wanted. And I was going to use it to get myself a means of making a little money.

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sidewalk and the busily moving crowd. I spotted a young woman that looked kind. I wasn’t going to stop some stern looking people that would cuss

smiled at her and she

“Yes, hello?”

stretched a hand out

“Do I know you?”

I would like to know, do you

yes,” she mused at the odd

my job right after, and if you need your lawn mowed perfectly and at a cheap price, some other time again, you can call me.

a nice offer but I don’t think

chance. Anytime you’re free. For the first time, I’ll do it for free. Just give me a chance,” I smiled at her

me doubt if your an illegal immigrant or clandestine. Are

I am. No worries,” I took my papers

you are. But if you’re a tourist, why look for little

of complicated to explain,” I mused and she laughed

questions. As long as you are legal,” she took her phone out.

′YES!′

to call

the end if the day, I’d convinced about eleven women to take my number and all had promised to give me a call when necessary. I hoped they would as soon as possible. I’d precised that I would always be available on weekends and

had given me a little

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stroll before taking a cab back home when like a miracle, I looked in the direction of a fast food restaurant. On their glass was a flyer

′Waiter/Waitress needed.′

seemed to be mostly visited by teenagers and young adults like myself. All tables were full of groups of friends and youngsters. I understood why they needed an extra waiter or waitress. There were a lot of customers to attend to and the present waiters were walking up and down, trying

full tonight.

here for the

“Oh, follow me.”

“Okay.”

the back where there was an office door. She knocked and got in.

job,” she told the man behind his table, filling his

“Come in,”

stepped closer while the

“You want the job?”

“Yes, sir. Good evening.”

“Good evening. Name?”

“Asahd.”

them with good lies like what,