- KAMIYAH HAD always been a outgoing, happy girl. She got along with people easy, easier than other people. She also wanted to be a model when she grew up, when she was a kid she would try to style her own nappy hair and dress up herself, preforming fashion shows around the house.
She decided she was gonna move to Los Angeles to try to find a modeling job. People always told her she was naturally pretty, and she would begin her journey today. She put all of her bags in her car and got ready to go. She drove to starbucks and picked up a coffee and began her drive to Los Angeles. She played loud music on the way there, singing along. She was really excited about all this.
Once she got to LA, she went to an apartment she had rented. She got her stuff and began to unpack, decorate, allat. She finished by the end of the day and got ready for bed, changing into satin pajamas and stuffing her curly hair into a bonnet. She went to sleep thinking about what she would do tomorrow.
THE NEXT DAY
Kamiyah woke up at 7, and got up. She changed into star patched jeans, a black jacket, and an Aaliyah T-shirt. She did her makeup and hair in a half-up, half-down look, her black curls flowing down her back. She put her phone, wallet, and keys in her purse and walked around the city. She was taking in her surroundings when a tall man ran into her. She almost fell when the man grabbed her hands and caught her.
She looked up at the man, he was kinda fine. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Yo, whats your name?" He said, his voice was husky.
"Kamiyah. You?" She was confused about who he was but she went with it.
"Heres my number, I gotta be somewhere but I'll text you later." He said, scribbling his number on a random notepad he had in his pocket, shoving it into Kamiyahs chest and walking away. She watched him as he went to wherever he was going, giving him a look he wouldn't even see. Why did he have a random ass notepad in his pocket, that shit was weird.
