Yes, this book used to be called "Assitant Izzy". Yes I changed the whole book for absolutely no reason. Yes I changed the female character to a Darkskin black women, I was tired of writing about dark hair with silver eyes knowing I look nothing lik...
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"I am really thrilled for you, M. I'm very happy you were selected. Im glad you're moving onto bigger and better things that will help you in your future, beloved." Although Heather's voice was clearly joyful, her tone nevertheless revealed her genuine feelings. She was upset I interviewed for this job and didn't even try to hide it.
"Thanks, Baby." I reply, keeping the same tone as her. Did she not feel the slightest bit of joy for me as my heart was racing out of my chest? I can understand her "upset-ness," but this is what needs to happen. She sounded like she did, but did she really mean it? She is aware of the fact that I want to operate a restaurant, but I lack the resources necessary to do so because no one can start a business without any money.
A lone tear falls down my cheek, we were on the phone for 24 minutes and 8 seconds but only managed to say maybe 30 words. I hang up.
I look around my empty apartment complex and just stare at the blank walls, the blank bed sheets, the blank kitchen even the blank bathroom. I don't like it anymore. I moved here from Alabama to be successful, but until now I'm not.
Unlike my friends, I'm not successful. Heathers a literal journalist for the biggest company in the state and makes like 200 thousand a year! Not to mention Star, she's a 5'10 Goddess who signed to a modeling label 2 months into moving here.
Life is easy for them, for one Heather is a literal writing genius I've never seen someone so articulative and persistent with her narrative. Plus she teaches me words I don't even know exist like "bivouacked".
Star is the literal definition of beauty. Her semi tan skin and gorgeous silver eyes, her curly hair that falls down to her mid back even though she cut it literally 7 months ago. She was a true beauty, the girl every modeling agency was looking for.
But it was multiple things different about them than me, they wanted to join a business, I wanted to make a business.
I moved here with my friends 4 months ago. In the first two months they managed to pursue their dreams. I've managed to get a job that would pay my water bill and my McDonald's late night runs....everyday. And I know life is different for me, I'm a dark skin black woman. My friends are a mixed girl and a white woman, I grew up in a predominantly white area I know what's it like. Nobody is giving hundreds of thousands of dollars to a random black woman who lived here a few months.
Yeah my stepdad and mom may be middle class but to the world that doesn't matter. I don't even think my stepdad will let me put his or my moms name on the building for insurance. He sure didn't like when my mom signed for my apartment.
I let out a deep sigh, I figured since it's nothing better to do today I would clean my apartment. I was now standing in front of my exceptionally dirty stove, it had grease stains, random noodles and veggies that have spilled from pans and pots, and crumbs from when I baked cookies and ate over the stove.
