She met him through her best friend....
Serenity Smith is the typical girl next door. Smart, Quiet, and Beautiful. Christopher James is your typical hot boy. Athletic, Fine, and Reckless. The two become the best of friends and balance each other un...
Two weeks have gone by since the incident at the party, and I was healing from it. I closed my nail bookings for a week after it happened. I'm so grateful for Christopher, honestly; words can't express how much he's done for me. I'm actually happy that I was drugged and not sober for it; at least now I can't remember the emotions that I experienced at that moment. I never planned to get drugged in the middle of March, but today was going to be for Gloria. We were going to pick up her prom dress, and we are so excited for it.
I have only one client today at 11am, and after that I'll go get ready. My mother, Gloria, already told me to not be late. I headed to the bathroom to do my morning routine and get ready for the client. Unfortunately, my morning routine had to be cut short since she wanted to arrive so early. Damn Bitch.
"Hiii good morning, beautiful."
"Hi, how are you? You're so pretty!"
"Thank you; you got a picture of what you want?"
"Yeah"
1 hour 45 minutes later
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She handed me the cash before leaving and I went right back to getting ready.
Gloria arrived at my house around 3:15 and didn't even need to call me. I heard the loud music the moment she made a left turn onto my block and walked outside.
"Wassup Bitch"
"Are you okay, friend?" She stated, making a sad face. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Yes, I'm fine. Let's go look at dresses." Gloria was worried about me, and I could tell, but I didn't want my issues to get in the way of our plans for the day.
She already had a few ideas in mind, along with some online options that she would go with if we don't find something today. She seemed so nervous, and Idk if it was because of the dress.
"So have you decided on what you want to do after graduation?"
"Nope, mom wants me to go to nursing school, which seems cool, I guess, but I want to make sure it's something that I'm going to love. If I could go on with life without having to work, I would love it."
"Well, the streets are always open for people who want to be homeless."
"Bitch, thats not funny, but what about you? What you wanna do?"
"I'm actually going to go to college and major in business so I can open up a nail shop."
"Ouu, look at you knowing what you wanna do, I wanna be just like, you friend."
She worried me with this, and that's why I constantly asked her about this. A couple years ago, when my mom died, and when I went through the suicide thing, she stopped going to school with me so she could be there for me. Due to that, we both fell back and ended up having to repeat a grade. Her not knowing what she wants to do scares me because I'm already the reason she's behind.
