Instinct

Birthday Bitch-Slap

So today is Monday, September 29th, 2020. Ugh, today is my birthday! Most people would be excited by this, but my history with birthdays is absolutely horrible. Allow me to explain.

First off, my mother, never gets me anything. As I mentioned before, I am just a constant reminder of her rape, and will never truly be appreciated. Every year, I hope that this tradition changes and that my mother will actually care. But nope, it's always the same thing. Why even bother anymore?

Also, no one even bothers to mention it or celebrate it in any way. At least let it be noted for God's sake! I know I don't have too many friends, and the ones that I do have are about as smart as a bag of rocks. But still, it would be nice.

My alarm woke me up at 6 sharp. How I wish I could've slept in earlier. As soon as I took the covers off of me, my door opened up.

"Happy Birthday Cheyenne!!!"

My mother was screaming at the top of her lungs. In her hands was a chocolate muffin with a candle sticking out of it. The candle number was 17. Gosh, I am turning old.

"Oh mom. Thank you for this. You know I love chocolate muffins."

"That's not all I got you."

"Well what else? I never want anything."

After I said that, my mother pulled a black box out of her back pocket. It looked small enough to be a ring. It couldn't be a ring though. Rings are so expensive nowadays.

I opened up the box. To my surprise, it was a ring. A gorgeous ring at that. It was a gold ring that had a giant diamond in the middle of it. The diamond was shaped as a heart, and it was so pretty. It was probably a fake but I don't care. I love it.

"This is beautiful mom."

"It was 2,099 dollars so it better be beautiful."

I gasped inside at the amount she just told me. I probably couldn't make that much in 2 months. This ring better not put us in debt.

"Where'd you get all of that money from."

"I got a really good paying job at the clinic."

"What job?"

"Medicine stocker. Its not that hard if you are over 21 and know how to read. It pays like 80,000 dollars too."

"Wow. You hit the jackpot."

"I know right."

"I guess I better get ready for school."

"Okay, have a good day Cheyenne. I have to head off to work."

"Love you mom."

"Love you too."

School was very boring today. The only real good thing that happened was that I aced my american history exam. He couldn't grade that wrongly. If he did, I would've reported his bitch ass.

So naturally, at around 8, I began to walk down towards the abandoned restaurant. I went inside, went too the back room, and changed into my slutty outfit. As soon as I exited, a new girl showed up.

She was very tall, about 6 feet tall. She was African-American, had brown frizzy hair, and had bright red lipstick on. She wore big, gold hoop earrings and acted like a fake ass Beyoncé. I would say she needed a whore outfit, but with her short, brown, transparent tank top, and her black, laced leggings, I'd say she's good.

"Hey ya'll! I'm Shaniqua and who the hell is Lizzi?"

"That would be me yes. Please step over here."