The life of a woman; Amina Price, who only knew the lifestyle of the open, riches and the pain of trying to survive whilst drowning in the deep end of a never ending hole. What happens when she's reborn and introduced to a world that she never thoug...
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The calming sounds of rain softly played on Amina's phone as she slept. Her left arm under the pillow while her right was against her stomach. Out of instinct, her body tried to find the coldest areas on the bed before relaxing into it. It was something that she'd done regularly. A weird habit of hers.
Slowly, the bedroom door opened and in walked her mother; Aiyana, who was also her manager. It wasn't hard to have a professional and personal relationship with her mother. They knew the boundaries and what not to do in each separate relationship that they had. Although, it was always fun when they were together, sometimes they did disagree on certain things in Amina's career.
But no matter what they went through, Amina couldn't bring herself to let go of her mother. She couldn't express the lengths her mother went through to get her daughter where she was. The amount of times she stressed and ran around the city to make Amina's dreams come true when no one looked her way. She owed her mother.
"Amina!"
"Mhmm." She tucked her head under the white sheets and closed her eyes tightly.
Maybe if I hide she'll go away, she thought.
"It's ten a.m and your flight is in two hours. We got to get you ready and going."
Sluggishly, Amina sat up and ran her hands over her mocha toned face. That was the longest she'd slept in so long and it still felt like it wasn't enough sleep. Throughout her life she was always told that eight hours was the best amount of sleep to get, but she could remember only getting that amount of uninterrupted sleep in the beginning of high school. Her life was completely a breeze executed with responsibility. Until she was noticed and picked up by a fashion agency at the age of seventeen. She found herself being a walking zombie.
Modelling was something that she'd always been into. Just at the age of three, Aiyana would find her daughter putting her heels on and strutting down their old cramped up hallways as if she was Naomi Campbell. Almost everyday she would have after school segments where her mother would judge her runway walk in a playful manner. It was like she was born to model with her tall figure, her beautiful long legs and abstract bone structure.
She ran her hands over her face as she slipped out of the shower and paired her velvet juicy couture tracksuit together. Sweatsuits were the perfect attires to wear for long flights and lazy days.
The pads of her fingers consisted of Vitamin E Oil before she massaged the organic serum on her face and neck. She looked out the window and smiled with content at the beautiful view of the city; Toronto. She moved to the big city that looked like a replica of New York two years after her graduation from high school. Of course, her family was in a completely different country, but she had enough money to fly there and back in one day. Amina loved the city and sort of liked the fact that she was away from her family. Sometimes she just needed a break.
"What time did you land?"
"An hour ago." Aiyana frowned as she looked at her daughter who was around the same height as her. Height ran through the family from both her mother and father's side.
