Angela P.O.V.
It's so good to be home. I walk through my apartment door and exhale in relief. Hmm, seems like I beat my two roommates home today. That's very rare. I kick off my shoes and head into my bedroom. The first thing I do is get a change of clothes out. I believe in showering right after work. There are a lot of germs floating around in schools these days... just waiting to get poor people like me sick. And once I get sick, I get really sick. It takes a few weeks before I can bounce back to my usual healthy self.
I walk over to my dresser and pick up my hair cap. I pause for a minute looking in the mirror. I often wonder about myself... I wonder about the girl in the mirror. The girl who's always staring back at me. I learned a long time ago to not live by other people expectations. But by God's and my own. I have to live my life in the way God wants. And the way that makes me happy. The only problem is I'm more unhappy than happy with myself and my life.
I am a thirty two year old single woman who doesn't have time for games. A lot of people think I'm different and I used to believe them. My differences make me who I am and that makes me unique. I prefer wearing dreds than remy hair. I prefer my dark brown eyes instead of different color contacts. I'm happy being a little thicker than instead of being a size eight. I like watching Spanish and Chinese movies instead of urban violence movies. I'm not saying I'm better than other people, it's just me being me. And it's absolutely nothing wrong with that. It took a long time for me accept myself.
Forty minutes later, I'm super clean and relaxed. Walking into my kitchen I decided to make spaghetti for dinner. I haven't had that in awhile. I go to my cabinets and take out my ingredients. I go over to my stove and place water in a big pot. Then I grab a frying pan and put my beef in it. I turn on my radio and instantly the Weekend comes on. I'm down for any song of his!
I'm nearly done cooking when I realized I didn't have any garlic powder or enough cheese. Dang guess I'll have to run to the store right quick. I turn everything off on the oven and head to my room to change. I grab a red long sleeve blouse with a low neckline and a pair of dark washed jeans... the kind with the cuts in them. And I grab a pair of black Nikes. You won't believe how much this whole outfit cost..... thirty dollars!!! I'm a huge fan of bargain shopping. I mean huge fan!!!
I spray my hair with some oil sheen and apply my lip gloss. I'm good to go.
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What was supposed to be a quick visit to the grocery store, turned into a hour long visit. In my buggy was some soap( it was six bars for ninety nine cents), tide pods (eighteen pods for one dollar and fifty cents), cheese, garlic powder, a stretch pad, and a bottle of wine. As I head toward the front of the store to get check out, someone slams into my buggy. Hard!
"Oh!" I say as the buggy slams into my stomach knocking me on the floor. I grimace in pain as the air returns to my lungs.
"Lo siento!" I hear a masculine voice yell. I don't have any idea what's he's saying. All I'm able to focus on is the pain in my body. I sit stunned for a second before I attempt to get up.
"Please let me help you up." The voice says to me. I look up with a frown on my face. Damn! That's all that floats through my mind. The pain is long forgotten.
In front of me stood a Greek God or shall I say Spanish God. He had to be at least 6'2 in height. Curly jet black hair, square chin with a five o clock shadow going on, incredible sexy green eyes, wide and trim shoulders, and strong long legs. Oh my...muy delicioso
"Senora?" He's standing above me with his hand outstretched to help me up. I blush hard and accept his help.
"Are you ok?" I shake my head... I'm trying not to focus on how masculine he is. Just looking at him has me tongue tied right now. How ironic, I'm a teacher I shouldn't be shy at all. I meet new people all the time... maybe not as handsome as him. But new people, definitely.
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