Hi, my name is Jamal. My age is between 22 and 24. I'm a aspiring business owner. Right now as we speak, I'm heading home from school now. My mom and dad raised me to be a honest, loyal, and faithful guy.
I'm not dating anyone at the moment because I have in mind who I want, she doesn't know it yet.
But the day I see her again, she'll be mine.
Oh, by the way, in talking about my bestie. She probably won't recognize me because I've grown up since we last seen each other in her mom's yard acting as if we were in a restaurant.
She used to get picked on at school and I used to get sent home for telling hating bitcheries off, just for her.
She used to always volunteer to help around our fake restaurant. Nowadays, I just back and reflect on those days, wondering how by bestie is out of she remembers me.
As I walk inside my house, my dog: Cato barks. "What's up homie? Did you miss me?"
I asked as I hooked his leash and headed outside.My parents also taught me to go after anything I wanted. I just pulled into my driveway and I'll holler later.
If you were wondering what kind of women I like/date, all you have to do is ask.
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It's the first chapter!This is pretty short, but I hope you like it comment how old you think Jamal is.
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