In a democracy that has its fair shares of the good and the bad, many thinks it's time for a change. Others wants it to stay the same, wanting to follow the current leaders in the presidential seat. The urge to keep current president Bronson and his...
I stared at the phone and looked around the room, then at my laptop in front of me. He was why I'm up earlier than usual. I looked at the text again.....I should answer back, he is my boss.
Your very sexy boss.....
No......
I officially met EJ last night, I heard about him, just never formally met him before last night. I know that he works with Londyn's friends....and he was also working on opening a gym. I'm looking for a job, he blindly offered and I took it.
"It's open...." My cousin came in the room I had at Londyn house, a cup of hot chocolate in her hand.
Way better than coffee, with extra marshmallows....
Londyn told me not to stress bout no bills right now. Get my stuff in order and work on healing up first, I really appreciate the gesture......but it's been 3 months, my bruises healed up and I'm ready to put in my fair share. Mara is her PA and that's earning her keep, I'm not finna just sit round here and do nothing.
"Hey....you aight....? You up early." I looked at the time on my phone.
10:44 am.....
I'm usually up by 12.....EJ's message was still open and the simple words stared at me hard. "Yeah, I really couldn't sleep." I took the mug from her and took a deep sip of the sweet delight.
"You was writing....?" Tamara sat on my bed and looked at me.
I stared at the third page of my remastered short story on the computer screen. It's a habit of mines, when I can't sleep.....I just write. Last night had me feeling confused, frustrated and.....
Yeah.....
"I thought up a better version for the story I did in highschool...." I turned the laptop to her.
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Tamara (Angel cousin)
I always loved writing, I dunno....it's something bout my imagination. Teachers use to always gimme shit, someone as young as me shouldn't be writing this advanced. It was only oneteacher who believed me, Ms. Nervy.....
I was in 7th grade when she decided to give a writing test. Pulling me to the side, she expressed how my writing is very good and would put a lot of highschool kids to shame. I'm like whateva, but with Ms. Nervy's help, she tutored and groomed me......
The minute I got to highschool.....those teachers were with the shits. No one believed me, I was plagiarizing.....stealing other people work. I get sent to the principals office on a regular, Ms. Nervy had already died by then.....so she couldn't vouch for me.
