A Bittersweet Life

3.

Tiffany

"Class is dismissed" My teacher announced

"Thank God" I mumbled. I was way passed ready for my classes to be over for the day and I needed to hurry up and get out of this building

"Hey Tiffany"

"Hi Marcus"

"How's your day going?"

"It's going pretty well. Yours?"

"Great"

Marcus is this guy in my math class that I knew liked me. He's liked me since we had sociology together our junior year. He's really a sweet a guy, but I just don't see myself with him.

"So I guess I'll see you around"

"I'm sure you will"

I'm Tiffany Simmons, 24 years of age and as you've already guessed, I'm plus sized and absolutely loving it. My dream is to become an MUA and professional hairstylist. I feel like hair and makeup go hand in hand. If your hair is slayed, why not have a beat face to go along with it? I'm one who's definitely about appearance. I'm not saying I'm one who's all into labels because that's definitely not the case; but I feel like a woman should always feel good regardless if she's wearing the baddest designer dress or a simple sweat suit.

Walking out of the building, the mid April air hit me as I walked to my car. My phone began ringing and I looked to see it was my mama.

"Hey mama"

"Hi honey, how's your day going?"

"It's going good, how are you you?"

"I'm good sweetie, just calling to check on you"

"Thank you, I'm good. Now why'd you really call?"

"Oh now stop that, you know I like checking on you"

"Mama"

"Okay, fine" I chuckled "I was calling to see if you'd be free Sunday for dinner"

"I should be, why?"

"Well we just got some new neighbors across the street and your father and I invited them to dinner. We just wanted you to meet them"

I knew this game all too well. My mama always thought she was slick when she tried setting me up. Either one of her church friends' grandsons, or a neighbor or some weird dude that I wouldn't even want to be breathing the same air with.

"I already know what you're trying to do mama and it's not going to work this time"

"I'm not doing anything dear, I'm just inviting you to dinner"

Knowing that she wouldn't let up until I said yes, I just gave in

"Fine, I'll be there"

"Good, good. Well I'm going to see what your daddy is up to"

"Okay, tell daddy I love him"

"Will do baby"

Pulling into the mall parking lot, I found a spot and shut my car off. Walking inside, I didn't know where to begin, but I most certainly knew that I was in major need of retail therapy. I made my first destiny, Sephora.

Almost two hours later, I was finally finished. Gathering all of my bags, I left out of the mall and placed all of my bags in the backseat. Getting in the car, I checked my phone seeing that I had 30 missed calls and 11 text messages from Shia telling me to call her immediately. As I got to her contact, I pressed call nervously. I didn't know what was going on.

"Tiffany, where the fuck have you been?"

"I was in the mall, I must've left my phone in the car. What's wrong?"

"You need to get down to Atlanta Medical ASAP"

"What? What's going on?"

I could hear her sighing and I knew it was bad "It's Deanna, I found her unconscious and she looks pretty bad. I'll explain when you get here. Get here now"

I could feel the tears threatening to fall, but I couldn't let them. I quickly started my car and drove off.

Lord please let her be okay...

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Welp, there's chapter 3.

I know it's short, but it will continue in the next chapter.

You'll also be meeting the guys next chapter as well as her family. Lord give me the strength.

What do you guys think happened to Deanna?

Do you like Tiffany?

What about her brushing off the guy in her class?

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