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Vixxy was 18 and a high school graduate. Most 18 year olds stay another year at home while the parent's give them time to settle at a new school, get a job, save money, then when it came time to start looking for a place to move out. For Vixxy it was another story.

At Vixxy's home when you turn 18 and graduate, you are on your own. Vixxy at a very young age knew she would have to move out as soon as she graduated high school. She worked different odd jobs just to be able to earn and save money for when the time came she'd move. Except, there was a little bit of a problem.

Vixxy had many back up plans to move in with friends. Everything was planned perfectly except when her friends decide to move to another state to go to a different school her plans were pretty much out the window, "Are you kidding me Stacy!?" She screamed out loud as yet another friend has to give her the bad news. "FINE! See if I help you with anything the next time you need my help!" She hanged up furiously, but at the same time feeling panicked because she had one more week to look for a place or she'd be living out in the street.

"So what did Stacy say?" Her mother came out from the kitchen to the living room, and Vixxy just glared at her, "DON'T ASK WHEN YOU HEARD EVERYTHING! ARE YOU HAPPY! YOUR DAUGHTER IS GOING TO BE LIVING IN THE STREETS!" She shouted angrily and grabbed her bag and keys. "Where are you going?! Vixxy!" Her mother called out to her. "I'm going out to see if anyone is renting. I didn't ask for this you know! This was both yours and dad's idea! So stop acting like you ******** care!" She 'barked' and took off in her old blue retro vintage Volkswagen Beetle.

Exhausted from going to every store possible, she came into a coffee shop with a stack of all types of different papers, and began to go through them calling every number asking all the important questions then hanging up when they gave the wrong answers. All the customers where looking at her direction amazed as she went through one stack of paper after another, and a few ice coffee's on top of that. She groaned annoyed that she couldn't find a place. "What am I going to do? I only got 6 days left to find a place to move or I'll be living in the streets," She felt like she wanted to cry, but she was simply too exhausted. She sighed in frustration and continued to look through more of the papers while she frank her third iced coffee.