Za'Rayah (Zuh-Ray-Uh) Parker is from East Garfield Park in Chicago. The rough city raised her to take nothing and be remorseful. The pain of her mother's death really hurts her and causes her outlook on men and life to change. Once she moves to L.A...
We sat on the bus at 1:30 am on our way to Milwaukee. It was complete silence as I sat to myself with a pencil and a notebook. When I was younger and in foster care, I would write poems and things to clear my mind. The group therapist there always told us that writing your feelings relieves the brain and soul of overloaded stress. Right now I was in stress overload.
It's Friday and the weekend is starting of with a bad start. Chris hasn't spoken to me. Lucas is distant from me. Chyna left. Ty is on a tour break. I have nobody. Even Ro boo is gone...
I looked up from my blank paper and looked over at Chris. Our eyes connected and I know he could see the hope in my eyes. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he looked out of the window.
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I got up to walk over to him, and as soon as I did that he put his headphones in. He turned them up so that I could hear it as he bopped his head to the beat.
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I huffed and tapped his shoulder and he took his headphones off and looked at me.
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"Yeah?", he asked.
"Are you upset with me?", I asked.
"No, just gotta keep my cool for a while until I get over this.", he shrugged.
