Seducing Mr. Marcel

Seducing someone is hard, for you, I think. For me, it isn’t. In fact, I like it. I love the way I'm doing it. However, I am not a ‘slut’ or a ‘whore’ nor whatever you called it. I seduced them because I want to make them mine. Make them my boyfriend not a bedfriend. 

I am Giovennica Elliott Morris, 17 year old.

My best buddy is Kyra Alexine Smith, 13 years of being my best friend.

Flashback: 

I was sitting on a bench near the actual playground when someone came to me and sat beside me. I guess she was 4 year old too, just like me. 

“Hi! I am Nica,” I said and placed my right hand in front of her. “Hello, I am Kyra,” she replied shyly and slowly shook my hand. 

“I just moved here with my family,” I replied back, “And so I am!” she exclaimed happily. 

“So maybe we can be friends?” I asked and smiled a little, “Um y-yeah, I guess s-so,” why does she stuttered? I felt nervousness when she stuttered like that.

I guess she did not want to be friends with me. “Oh,” was all I said.

 “That’s not what I mean, Nica I want to be friends with you but I am shy and I do not know if you’ll be okay with me.” She answered and sad smiled. “Just trust me! I will like you, I promise!” I said. 

“Okay, if you say so. Friends?” she smiled and held my hands. “Yes friends!” I replied and then we both laughed. “Tell me about you Nica,” she asked.

“U-um, I don’t where to start. How about ask me 20 questions?” I suggested. “Cool choice Nica! You’ll go first, or I?” “I’ll go first Kyra, ask me!” I said happily.

Then our friendship started at that little meeting nearby the playground.

End of flashback. 

We were popular on our school, but like what I said, we are not slut. We're not sleeping with the boys who we used to date. We are popular because we’re talented. We sang and dance in front of all the students in our school when we have an event.

I am not totally an ‘A’ straight student, but I have 2 to 3 B’s. I am now a senior and really excited to graduate high school. 

Today is Sunday and tomorrow is the start of my senior year A.K.A Monday or the ‘hell day’. Its 8:35 P.M now, I should eating dinner now but I am lazy to get my ass up.

Okay instead of getting up; let me introduce to you my family: I have two siblings: My oldest brother’s name is Art Sebastian Morris, 23 year old.

He said he would be teaching at my school I am attending. Oh noes! How can I cheat during exams if he is always looking at my direction? Shit!

My youngest brother’s name is Allen Seid Morris, 4 year old. He is a kindergarten pupil. I like him because he is a cutiepathoothie just like his sister! *grins* We are just 3, and I am in between them. I am the only girl obviously.

“Giovennica! Are you going to eat or not?” My loving mother shouted from downstairs. I hate calling me by my full name! Ugh! I already told my mum to stop calling me by my first full name. “No mum!” I replied. “Okay hun! Sleep now so you could get up early!” She shouted again.