The Trash Center!

Jessica followed the map, which took her down various different streets. The further she got, the poorer and more run down the area became. After about a 20 minute walk, Jessica finally reached her destination. She stood infront of a large grey building. There were garbage trucks parked to the right of the building, which had large blue shutters.

Above the main entrance, a sign had 'Trash Center' written on it. Jessica hesitated, knowing this was the center of poverty and was absolutely disgusting. She even started to gag at the building's smell in the atmosphere. She took a very deep sigh. She knew this was gonna be the only place that accepted her, a thought she resented and hated that it was true.

With another sigh, Jessica walked up to the entrance and pushed the double doors open. The smell was worse on the inside, a nasty stench of gone off food and dirty trash flooded the air. Jessica scrunched her nose and walked up to the main lobby. The room was cramped, as there was enough room for a small reception desk and two chairs for waiting.

Nobody was sat behind the desk, so Jessica pressed the bell. If Jessica could picture the type of person to work here, it would be the woman who stepped through a door to the reception desk. She had black frizzy and greasy hair with cheap purple highlights. The woman was slightly obese, had many wrinkles on her face and looked very ugly. She was the complete opposite of Jessica.

The stared at Jessica and chewed gum. "Whaddya want?" She asked, sounding annoyed about being interrupted. "Um..I'd like to prove my worth, got this ticket that needs turning into a permit?" Jessica asked, sick to **** of asking that question to so many people. The woman took the ticket and examined it. Jessica grew nervous, thinking she wasn't gonna accept it.

The woman nodded her head. "Sure, I will warn ya though you're not gonna come out the same way you're comin in!" The woman taunted and looked at Jessica up and down. Jessica brushed off that comment, she was too relieved that she'd actually been accepted somewhere. She just assumed the woman was joking. "That's great! Where do I start?" Jessica asked.