It's Hard

T H E H A R D E S T P A R T

Right before I left, my granny gave me a necklace with her picture and my mother's picture. She never liked my father.. She said she never trusted him. I asked her one day why this was how it was. She replied with her brown lipstick covered lips and squinted her blind-rung, wrinkled eyes squinting out into the distance and then back at me, "because he's a murderer." she whispered sinisterly.
But of course at the time she was losing her mind, so no one believed her. But I did. When she died, in her will, she left me five hundred, two thousand dollars, for my college funds of course. Did I spent it on college? Kinda. I bought my books, the out of state fee and was left with nothing but a few hundred dollars. What did I spend it on? NOTHING IMPORTANT THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE. I could've bought food for my room mate and I, I could've have bought hygiene products but of course that took time. GROSS! I've gotten everything together now but not for long.
I woke up this morning and put on a reddish brown, flow T-shirt, some high waisted shorts, some brown sunglasses, some gold jewelry and sandals (MM). "Willow, where you goin', girl?" My roommate and best friend, Zephoria, asked as she come out of our small dorm bathroom. "To the store, are you coming?" I asked grabbing my keys and my phone. "Nah, I'll stay behind. I have a quiz today." She smiled and rolled her beautiful, hazel eyes playfully. Zephoria is beyond gorgeous. She's kind of light-skinned, hazel-green eyes, tall and thin but, with a shape. I wish I could be like that. Meanwhile I'm dark-skinned, dull brown eyes, big lips, a butt and literally NOTHING ELSE! No breasts, no thighs, no curve, just ASS. I smiled and nodded. I was really hoping she would say no. I have to make a, uh... stop... at my job..