"Seriously, you don't get out much" One of my high school friends said pouring me a glass of wine. "Not since. Hm. I don't want to talk about. 'Him' okay" I rolled my eyes slowly adjusting my skirt. "Bar, prostitute!" there's so many ways. She said smirking.
"And I picked you as a friend. Are you sure I don't have a twin?" I said smirking back. "Urgg anyway MASON. Is coming tonight" She said while her head was spinning. She was probably drunk so I let it slide. I waited a while but I knew It would take more than a minute for her to calm down.
I woke up with the song Cater to you by destiny's child on and sweating. "And I was like twisted is so over rated!" her and Mason laughed again. "And w-what" I was only in my tank top and sweats. I ran upstairs to change.
By the time I came down he was on his way I out urgg men. Maybe I shouldn't find men in grocery stores. I'm tired of this. Ugh. She smirked at me once more. I just rolled my eyes saying "What now" the word Bitch came to mind but I'm a mom now I can't curse.
I ran outside caught up in my own thoughts. Bree was at her grama's and I had no business being there today so having the whole day to myself. Finally but I'm a prostitute and I don't wanna get drunk at a bar. Where did I get all this advice. Oh yeah.
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My baby girl
RandomTheres more stories to come later on in the year... this story was my first ever book on wattpad so excuse this crappy story .... My baby girl is about Tamera's little girl Bree and the laughs of life with a mother and a daughter through the hard t...
