Dong dong. I get up from the bed, put on my pants, trip over the coffee table, and open the door, revealing the landlord in her pajamas. She bites her cigarette, her figure framed by her curly hair. "Next week, if you don't pay the rent, you'll have to leave." She pushes my shoulder with her finger. I want to plead for mercy but I don’t dare, I have been here for too long. I hold the edge of my shirt and I begin to contemplate whether to sleep in the Market Park, Coast Square, or the Central Subway Station.
Wenna Li is a college student.