You may think you got it bad but you should know, it's going to get better. No matter what you do. Oh we weren't properly introduced. The names Chalemagne ( shar-le-mane). My friends call me charmie ( sh-ar-me). This is my diary that I will write everything in so that the world knows how my life goes.
The struggles. My love. My happiness. And, what will later be my joy.
It's a long story. And it all started wirh a book...
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"Where are you?" My mom asked, in a urgent, irratated voice.
That's how she is. Her name is Charlene. Our family has had this thing with our names for generations.
My mother is a designer slash wedding planner. She loves her job and I do as well.
She sometimes lets me help her out with her designs. And with the weddings.
As a 16 year old, this is great for me. I plan on following her path of footprints and taking on the Princess Heaven company. She's making all the money she could dream of by herself as a single mother. She built it from the ground with my father.
But their story goes farther.
"Mom, calm down. I'm going to be there on time. I know this dinner is important to you." I tell her calmly.
"You have five minutes and then you need to be here. It is a must that you meet Mr.Cortete and his son." She rushes and hangs up.
"Well see you later, too, mom." I say, and turn off my phone.
I grab a book from the shelf; Shel Silverstein.
My mom has been talking about this Cortete guy for months. I don't know or have ever seen him before. I didn't now he had a son until she just said it.
I don't know why it's so important though.
"Mommy troubles?" Someone asked, pulling a chair onside me. I looked at him, and some the most beautiful eyes ever. And the sandiest golden hair. This guy looked perfect. He had thin lips and a somewhat baby face. And he also looked like he was going somewhere nice, but with a black backpack on."You like?" He laughed.
"Uhm... Who are you?" I couldn't help but ask.
He looks like a boy whose parents are well off. I can tell he's still in school because he just has 'highschool football/track/baseball star' practically written on his forehead.
"Lucian. And you?" He gestures.
I've heard it before.
"Charlemagne. Charlemagne Blackwood." I respond.
"Nice name. Well You have to get go. And so do I. See you around, Champagne. And Edger Allan Poe is much better than Shel Silverstein." He says, and then leaves.
He was right. Mom my gave me five minutes here and I didn't even get any reading in.
She would choke me until I turn purple and blue and the release me for air and then drown me in milk.
I grab the book and take it to the check out desk. Mrs. Ravish has been working here ever since I can remember.
"Hey, child. Are you leaving so soon?" She asks me.
"Yeah. I have and important dinner with my mom and one of her clients."
"Okay, dear. Goodluck. And that little boy toy comes here every Saturday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Give your mom my love, Charmie."
I chuckled.
Mrs. Ravish has been trying to get me a boyfriend since the womb. She wouldn't know if they're a biker or a millionaire from being so blind.
