My Journey•Urban fiction

C H A P T E R '1✨

Boy you see me getting this money,woah please don't front

- liluzivert

Present day;Anaj's Pov:

"Ugh I'm tired."I state plopping down onto my pillow.Im 23,no kids,single trying my best to make some money.I live in a 2-bedroom apartment,and I'm a stripper.Almost everybody I know criticizes me about it but I shrug that shit off.

What's more important?

Listening to haters?

Or

Getting paid?

Yeah that's what I thought,and if y'all want to know I don't show my body I only twerk for money and I make at least 12K a day.

My phone starts to vibrate Indicating someone texted not called.

Mya🤑😈👯 flashed across the screen and I began to text her.

Mya🤑😈👯 : wassup gah you made it home yet?

Anaj✨💚👯 : Yeah Boo.

Mya🤑😈👯 : K Text me when you can just wanted to check up on you.

Anaj✨💚👯: K Bye boo💚💚

Mya was always there for me.A year after I graduated I fell through the cracks of life.

I slipped up with my money and was almost broke but she told me about this and the ways to get threw this,and she helped me through my breakdown.If it wasn't for her I would've been a psycho.

I sighed to myself.I feel so young even though I'm not young no more.

I felt my phone vibrating and snapped out of my thoughts to see mya callin' me.

"Hey bihhh."I said before her.

"Wassup gah."

(1:12pm)

"Shit what you plan on doing today?"

"Going with my boyfriend Micheal."

"I'm coming."I say.

"Aight gah."

"Aight bye lemme get ready."

"K Bye."

I hanged up on her and began to get ready.

Today's Going to be a "Banger"🙂🤷🏽‍♀