𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙊𝙎𝙎

Chapter 1

A/N: HELLO! FINALLY I HAVE POSTED THIS LONG AWAITED STORY!!! >< I know u guys have been waiting for so long and that is my fault—I do admit 🙏.

But just letting you guys know—I hope u guys will enjoy this story and it's been worth the wait.

If there's any punctuation errors in my writing—please let me know—and just saying every writer makes a mistake or errors so please be nice about 😁 because if you don't...I'll block u.

We are all nice here.

I will not tolerate such hate and such. 😊

"And yes, all the chapter (s) have been posted and this story is FINISHED. Because like i've promised, I said I'll post the entire story when it is completely finished." — and that's what I wrote five months ago when I wrote that...

And sadly...the story is NOT FINISHED when I publish this. Right now there should be 11 chapters available.

But I am now going to try and finish this long awaited book because I have put this off for way too long. 😭 AND IM SORRY!!

So now...I present to you: "My Boss"

😇

Adrianna

What does it feel like to live the dream?

To live the dream, is like a gift. But to live the life of the dream, is like a misery. In my life it's like that, at least.

People see them as the same like as I had thought. But people have expectations. It isn't the expectations fault, it's the human mind that is at fault.

I know how write, read, and listen. I was always a quick learner as a kid, I can learn anything. But I feel the only thing I don't know how to learn is...

To live. Living.

Our minds repeat and cycle on a daily basis. It only works on what we hear, see, and feel.

That's why there's a gap between the old and wise, and the young and stupid.

But once you open your mind wider, there isn't that much difference between the stupid and wise, and the old and young.

My older sister always marked those words to me. Because our parents neglected us and lectured us on our entire life between the old and wise, and the young and stupid.

Mother went out a lot and came home not like a mother but a stranger everyday, every night, every Saturday night especially. Father suffered and drink a lot, one bottle after another. He sat on the red-cotton couch that was becoming full of stains and worn out. And he became a whole another person.

My sister and I, were mistakes. We weren't supposed to be born, we were just teenage dumb mistakes is what our grandparents told us.

It was easy to tell we were both mistakes by just our age gap.

She was 18 years old when I was born. She told me everyday that she was sorry and thankful at the same time.

She was sorry that I was born in this household. And was thankful that she was no longer alone in this dirty household. Obviously, I was too young to really understand those words. But I just nodded and did what she told me to do.