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“Kinomoto Mia...my name is Kinomoto Mia.” I replied softly to officer Okuda. He gave me
a skeptical look, as if everything coming out of my mouth was a lie. “Is that really your name,
Miss?” he said and I repeated myself. “My name is Kinomoto Mia.”

He wrote it down. “Do you remember your address? And none of your customers...I mean where
your mother, father, or both live.” He said, his voice as cold as ice and as sharp as a box cutter. I
didn’t know what to say, since it caught me off-guard. This wasn’t the first time I sat in this seat
being asked these questions. He knows who I am...he knows what I did to get .
.
I looked up as I regained my train of though to his question. His eyes were colder than I last
remembered them when I was here almost two months ago. He looks so...mad...

What was I doing wrong? I was doing the only thing I could to survive. I was making money
the only way I could without having to provide any sort of ID or information. I couldn’t even if I
wanted to since it’s been almost two years since I last saw the face of the woman who gave birth to
me. I wouldn’t call her my mother...
Why? She was...an alcoholic who didn’t care about me or my little sister or my older
brother. Day after day she would crash at her boyfriends’ places. She worked nights and wouldn’t
pay the bills to the apartment. She comes home only to check up on us and...well...leaves for work.
She used the money she earned to buy herself luxuries and drinks with her boyfriends. She didn’t
care about us.

My father? Well, he...had been cheating on my mother for two years after my 11th
birthday. He met his mistress at the fy pay party. My mother invited her since she was a co worker
of hers and she had always had been close since she used to baby sit my big brother when he was
little. He left her before my 13th birthday, which left me to fend for myself and my little sister. My
big brother just invited his friends over to hang out all the time.

The place was always a mess. It always smelled like this strange smoke...this burning paper,
which I found out was...pot. I hated that smell. One day I knew that I couldn’t let my little sister live
in a place like that. That one day...in 6th grade...was the day I learned what a penis felt like and
what
semen smelled like. I got her out of there and walked her to my aunt’s house. She was a respectable
person but she never liked my mother much. I left my little sister there and I headed back, after
all...he was my big brother. I could only handle taking care of one person.

Before I knew it...I started enjoying the things my brother’s friends did to me...then I started
charging for giving oral sex. Soon, we ran out of food and when I went to go buy some, I would get
kicked out because of the clothes I wore. They were torn and old and worn. They thought I was a
bum. I would get beaten up for coming back empty handed, so...I just walked the streets until I saw
a woman enter a love hotel with a man. I walked up and soon...sold my virginity for $175.

From that day on...that’s what I did to earn money, to keep my brother and his friends fed.
Sometimes I wouldn’t have any money for myself and then my brother wouldn’t help or support me
when I got pregnant. So, I left him to fend for himself. Then I started doing what that woman had
been doing...getting customers to pay for me to sleep with them...and...that’s the reason I wound up
here.

“Kinomoto! Answer the damn question!” he was fuming now. Officer Okuda wasn’t in the mood to
play around like I had before when he caught me. I sighed and just looked away. I didn’t know my
dad’s address because I never needed to contact the bastard. He was never any help anyway. My
mother? HA! I didn’t need to give them her address. Like she’d take me back. It’s not like she’d
change. I sighed again and he just stood, pushing in his chair rather forcefully. It slammed against
the table and made me jump a little. He smirked and took his clipboard.

“You’ve done it now Kinomoto.” was all he had said before he left, slamming the door too.
I was guessing by that, he meant he was going to send me to the strictest reform school around. I
started to think about all that had happened that week. Why I had been caught so easily...why I gave
up the best thing that had happened since my parents split up 4 years ago. This is my story...