Sira P. Kanté
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
May 5,2016
I woke up to a call coming through my phone. I scrunched my face to the brightness of the screen. I should've put it on night mode before falling asleep.
The phone number read, meaning it wasn't a saved contact. Usually I wouldn't answer a number that wasn't save, but I felt the urge to.
"Hello." My croaky dry voice said through the phone. "Good morning Sira." Tyra voice rang through my speaker to my ear.
"Tyra?"
"This is she?"
"Excuse my bluntness, but how did you get my phone number?" I asked sitting up, as I cleared my throats she replied. "I know people Sira." She laughed.
"Oh okay." I giggled. "Sorry to interrupt your sleep, but I wanted to let you know that your award was to have you show your talent at a modeling gig." My eyes bulged.
"Are..are you serious?" I asked stuttering. "Yes, that was the award."
"Was?" My happiness went down the drain really quick.
"Yes but I have called in a real team. This will be an actual gig, meaning it's no longer an award but the real thing."
"Oh my God Ms. Banks thank you thank you!" I jumped up and down screaming into the phone. She laughed. "You welcome Sira, you deserve it because you have natural talent. Any by the way, call me Tyra. We are now consider model sista 's." She said.
I laughed. "Okay Ms. Ba- I mean Tyra."
"You welcome honey see you soon."she said making the kissing sound. "See you soon, bye." I hung up.
She said "see you soon" because I earned all of my credits for the rest of the semester, so until this semester is finish I will go back to class.
I'm so excited, that I actually have a modeling gig. I was so excited, I called my Dominic, but it went straight to voicemail.
Usually it would ring a few times, but this time it went straight to voicemail. I think he blocked me or got a new number, I'm not sure but whatever he's going through I should be there to help.
I want to be able to help him through whatever it's for, but his man period is getting in the way. He needs to pick up his phone and answer, so I can know what the hell is going on.
Even though he isn't answering and being the best friend he was before, I'm not going to let him bring me down.
This is the start!
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