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    She looked me over, grabbed my arm, and drew me in with a swift movement. I was perplexed for a


    moment because I could usually read people by their eyes and this was the first time I got it all


    wrong about someone.


    She growled and murmured something to herself. I was still surprised that I had been wrong about


    her; I had expected her to be extremely pleasant and friendly.


    "What''s your name?" "she inquired


    "My name is Ava," I introduced myself.


    "Do you have ast name, hun?" she inquired.


    "Um... I-I uhh w-well I ummm," I stammered.


    I refused to reveal my surname because I despised who I was rted to. I hated my parents even


    though it had been 6 years since I had seen them. I never looked for them and just hoped that


    karma had taken care of them.


    "Never mind," she grumbled, "just go down that hallway and it''s the second door on the left."


    "All right, thank you!" I regained myposure.


    I proceeded down the hall, opening the second door on the left. I was stunned when I opened the


    door. What I saw surprised me.


    I saw three girls wearing tiny, tight dresses. The woman in the first seat was dressed in a deep red


    dress that reached her high thigh and had an open back. The next girl was dressed in a neon pink


    dress that reached her knees but had a slit near her thighs through which you could see her neon


    pink underwear.


    The girl next to her was dressed simrly, but in blue. I quickly felt out of ce, and I wondered if I


    had misjudged the time or location because they appeared to be interviewing for a stripper job. I


    quickly turned around and approached the maid who had directed me to that room.


    "Are you sure I''m in the right ce?" I inquired.


    "What are you talking about?" she retorted.


    "Is this the ce where they''re looking for a babysitter?" I inquired.


    "Of course, as I said, it''s the second door to the left," she said, her voice slightly filled with a hint of


    annoyance.


    "Um, okay," I replied.


    I returned to the room and took a seat next to the girl in the blue dress. Within ten minutes, three


    more girls arrived, all dressed in short dresses or shorts with a skimpy top.


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    I had a moment of doubt and thought I was about to be sold again, but I reminded myself that not


    everyone wants to sell you.


    I was afraid of being sold again; I thought that if someone looked at me the wrong way, I would be


    sold again, but I realized that the world did not revolve around me and that men, being men, would


    look at me like a piece of meat regardless of their intentions.


    A few minutester, a woman emerged from another door and informed us that the interviews would


    begin immediately. She summoned the first girl in the red dress and informed her that the interview


    would be one on one.


    About 5 minutester, the girl stormed out, cursing up profusely.


    Girl after girl would storm out, saying something like, "I hate you, I am too fu#cking good for your


    family anyway." or "Your daughter is ugly in any case, she''s a brat." All of this made me nervous ,


    but also shocked, because no one should insult a young girl.


    When my name was called, I was shocked.


    "It is time for your interview, Ava."


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