Amirah Harris is 23 old women stuck working dead end jobs of being a waitress and a motel maid. She works by taking orders, cleaning disgusting floors, and working inhumanly long hours. She goes to college on top of that which eats at her as well.
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~Amirah's POV~ I woke up, looking around I saw I was in a white bed with clean sheets. The sun shone through the window as I realized I was in Giovanni's room.
'What even happened last night?' I thought to myself as I rubbed my throbbing head. I got out of bed as I felt sick.
I quickly rushed into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, while coughing heavily and trying to catch my breath.
"Ohhh." I groaned out in pain while trying to stand up. I walked to the mirror and gasped. My hair was a mess and my face was covered in unwashed makeup.
Making my face look horrendous, let's fix that right now. I opened a draw on the sink and pulled out two wash cloth and my toothbrush.
I turned on the shower, as I washed my body with the first wash cloth with antibacterial soap and then dog soap. After that, I began brushing my teeth throughly, spitting out the foamy minty tasting substance in the the sink of running warm water. Once I finished brushing my teeth I poured mouthwash into its cap and poured it into my mouth. Shaking around in my mouth and gargling it, then spitting it out.
I took my wash cloth and wet it as I grabbed some facial soap onto the rag as well, I washed my face as I scrubbed off all the makeup and grime off my face.
Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself then looked into the mirror, my face was clean and I looked better. I wasn't always the type to wear makeup that often, I didn't mind doing my eyebrows, putting on lip stick or lip gloss, or just a little foundation. But doing a full face wasn't always my favorite thing.
I put on a Tupac sweatshirt with a pair of Nike biker shorts, as I put my hair in a pineapple, applying lipstick and perfume as well.
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Once I got out the bathroom, I walked downstairs with my phone in hand. Walking into the kitchen I see Asjah in a robe. Her eyes shift to me as she smiles, "good morning girl, how you feel?" She asked with a smile.
"Good morning, I'm fine just a bit sick. I knew I should t have drank that damn drink." I grumbled as she chuckles.
"Can handle a drink like I can." She brags with a smirk as she sips her cup of coffee.
"Oh whatever." I laughed as I went to make myself some coffee. "Hey, have you seen Giovanni, I haven't seen him yet today. He's usually in bed when I wake up." I asked as she had a look on her as if she was thinking about it.
"Hm, no I don't think so, I haven't seen him this morning. He could have left early and he'll probably be back later today." She reassured me while taking another sip.
"I guess." I mumbled as I took a small sip of my coffee. "Why girl? You miss him?" She asked with a smirk as I chocked and coughed of my coffee. She caught me by surprise, "what? No. Of course not. I'm not in love with him. Yes, he's a very handsome man, but I don't find him attractive and he's not really my type." I babbled trying my best to defend myself as Asjah just laughed.
