Concrete

one

Six years later and I'm doing everything that I never thought I would. My life took a drastic turn for the best. I got the job that every girl would want, modeling. I've been on covers for magazines, and I  was in a famous rapper music video.

Jessica and I became really close, we are more like sisters. Whenever I need her she's there and when I got the job opportunity, I brought her right along with me. Travis and I became like brother and sister, I tell him almost everything and everybody knew not to mess with me because I was Travis little sister.

"Turn up for the birthday bitch!" Jessica said hype as she recorded me on Snapchat.

I was taking pictures for my 22nd birthday, and later I would be going out to celebrate. "Are we almost done?" I asked the photographer.

He nodded. "Yep! I think I got some great pictures" he said coming over to show me.

"These are dope".

"I'll put my finishing touches on them and they'll be ready for you" he said packing up his things to go.

"Okay. Thank you so much" I said as he left out of my hotel room.

I've been in LA for the past week because of a photo shoot and Jessica and I are opening our store pretty soon.

"Travis said that him and killa should be here in 15 minutes" Jessica said as she came and sat on the bed scrolling through her phone.

"Why is he bringing killa?" I asked annoyed now.

Killa and I aren't friends, homies, nothing. We are nothing to each other.

"That's my brother you know" she said smirking looking up from her phone.

"Who I don't fuck with. What annoys me the most is that he knows I don't like him and he still choose to come in my face". I said attitude on full.

She shrugged. "Because he don't care".

"That's his problem, he need to start caring. That's exactly why I can't stand him, he always used expect me to b-".