You're My Lady: All Fairytales Ain't Sweet

Chapter 1

Release date on Amazon January 16, 2019 ‼️

Chapter 1

Jalanda

The next day came like a bat out of hell. I had, once again, woken up late. Not on purpose but because I had to run around with my head cut off, just because my lights were off. Now, here I was rushing to get myself together just for this penny Annie ass job.

"Come on, Lana! Why do you keep doing this to yourself!" I stressed as I tried to put my hair in a perfect bun for work. The only source of light I had was the natural lighting. But, If I was late again, I was bound to lose my job and I couldn't have that at all.

And on top of that, my damn hair wasn't helping either. My long, black hair was entirely too slick. Huffing and growing even more flustered at the attempt to tame my hair, I gave up all together. So, I did what was easy and pulled my hair into a ponytail.

After conquering my hair, I moved on to the next task ahead of me. Getting dressed while pulling my navy-blue Polo button-up over my head, I slid on my tan khaki pants next. Almost falling just to get my next leg in, I slipped on my white Nikes and grabbed my purse. I hurriedly grabbed my keys and flew out of the house. I could not be late! I needed this damn job; I had no other support. I was my only support system.

Getting to my damned vehicle, it was a note on the window frame on the driver side. Snatching it from its holding place, I tore it in half, flinging it over my shoulder. Shaking my head, I knew I had some admirers. But, I sure as hell did not give two fucks. Hopping into my sorry excuse for a car, I peeled out of my driveway and sped off to my job: Walmart. I absolutely hated the place. I hated everything about that damn store.

Every employee looked bogus; every customer got on my everlast nerve and was ignorant beyond belief! But, I had to put a fake smile on my face every day and say, "Did you find everything alright?" If I could roll my eyes, I would.

Sooner than later, I pulled into the employee parking lot and got out with my purse in tow. I walked into the store. The moment I entered, I wanted to hit a 180 and walk out. Walking to the back, some of the employees looked me up and down like I was the one who looked like utter shit.

I already didn't want to be here, and I didn't like half of you fuckers, I said to myself. They were all looking musty, dusty, and crusty. I kept it in and kept moving. Walking to the back, I clocked in.

In that same breath, I heard her annoyingly deep, yet high pitched voice. You could only imagine the migraines I'd come home with on the daily because of this she-devil.

"Hughes! You're late, once again! What sorry damn excuse are you using today? You know what, screw that. You're fired!" I looked at the clock with my mouth open. I was only three minutes late.

Three. Fucking. Minutes. Late!

"Come on! I need this job! Make me stay late! I'll do it! Just don't fire me, please!" My boss shook her head no at me.

"Nope, you've had entirely way too many 'pleases' and 'chances'. You're fired Ms. Hughes. Turn in your uniform-"

"Fuck you! You 'man looking' bitch! I've only been late twice! You're just acting this way because I'm mixed and you're black too! Shave that nasty, stubby shit off of your face, wax your eyebrows, and lose some weight! And fix that fucked up attitude and, maybe, just maybe, you could look as good as me one day. But, I doubt that honey."