A Move on My Heart ❤️

Chapter 1

Micheal Bublé- L.O.V.E begins to play softly in the background

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December 3, 2021
(Moe-nay)
Moná

Dear diary,

One thing that I've learned over the past 24 years of my life is that love is the only sacred jewel left in this world. It fuels the heart and encourages the soul, making it possible for anyone to show compassion to the next.

As I write in my diary I feel light in my spirit, shining its rays from the heavens above. I pray that One day I'll succeed in my mission as a child of God, my heavenly Father, and spread the one thing that everyone needs.

Love

-Monà
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After closing my diary, I looked up to see my advisor, Mrs. Stevens, eyeing me with a stern expression. I shifted in my seat awkwardly in an attempt to avoid any eye contact.

Maybe she won't call on me this time. She probably wasn't even looking at me since she has that drifting reptilian eye syndrome.

"Ms. Wright could you briefly summarize your opinion on Leonardo da Vinci ."

Dang, it! Her eyes must be on point today

Everyone knows that when someone avoids eye contact after being asked a question nine times out of ten we don't know the answer.

"I can't." I sheepishly confessed.

"Well, I'm sure you can at least provide a little input on the topic, right?"

A warm sensation rapidly filled my cheeks, causing the pace of my heart to speed up. The clock on the wall began to tick obnoxiously loud.

Who even owns non-digital clocks nowadays

Tick
TOCK
Tick
TOCK

Come on Moná just say a few words and this will all be over. Pass out if you need to!

"Yes, ma'am he-

It could all be so simple...🎶

Everyone in the room quickly snapped their attention toward Tori, a fellow intern as she quickly grabbed her cellphone out of her purse.

Thank goodness Tori is considered 'woke' because Lauryn Hill couldn't have played at a better time. I glanced back at the clock noticing it was time for dismissal. Mentally, I thanked God and grabbed my belongings.

The other interns began exiting the room. As I walked past Mrs. Stevens she placed her arm in front of me allowing the other interns to brush past us.

"Moná, your opinion. Please."

"Why does my opinion even matter?"