Different (Chris Brown Story)

01

With a cherry on top

Alexis Marjorie Smith

                                      Why are you so mean? 

I wondered for a minute. 'Why am I so damn mean?' I shrugged while laughing lowly at myself. I like being in control. It’s nothing wrong with having authority and giving it. People think that life is a game and so do I. My dad loved my mother enough to marry, give life to, and well had me and my twin sister. You would think that twin sisters would love each other. Tuh. Me and her are completely opposite. Because of that, we were kept on different sides of the house.

Not because we didn’t like each other, because we hated each other. I was girly type while she was the tom boy. I got all the guys while she was treated like one of them. Harsh but true, I feel her pain though. Nobody deserves to be treated like a third wheel all the time. She was the “lesbian freak”, though all she wants is the right guy. She eventually found love & roughly conceived two devils. They’re adorable but cause you hell. I envied her though. Why could she find love but I couldn’t?

It it because of my bitchy attitude? Maybe it is. But I’ve always believed that if a guy loved you or wanted you, he’d except you for who you are. I’m just feel like if I can find that man, I’d be complete. But that’s too far ahead of time because for now I’m a still that banana split being made. And at the end, he’ll be my cherry on top.

"Damn’t," I mumbled as a bit of my ‘Banana Split Sundae’ dripped and the brownish color splat right on my creme colored pencil skirt. I cursed every word out of the book as I grabbed a napkin to clean myself up. This pencil skirt costed just under a fortune. It was my favorite but I’d have to change before I went to work. I was the founder of a magazine called Essence. Who would’ve thought a 24 year old would be a founder of a very popular magazine? Making me millions within a year.

I was everything people weren’t. I admired that. I had more power than other people and to be honest, I use that against people. I have more authority so people can’t tell me what’s wrong or right. It’s the truth.

"Okay," I mumbled to myself getting changed into something more casual. I grabbed my purse and walked out my house towards my Creme colored Mercedes Benz. Starting it up and letting it purr I cruised down the streets till I got to the busy part of Manhattan. I pulled into the parking garage. I honked and the gate opened, the man already knowing who I am. I parked in my spot and got out about to walk into the elevator until a car pulled out on me.

"What the fuck!" I shouted as the the person got out of their cherry red beamer.

"Watch where the hell you’re going." I hissed as she frowned.

"I’m sorry," she rolled her eyes, "I should’ve been looking."

"Yea, you should have." 

"But you should’ve been watching around you. I could’ve hit you and it wouldn’t have been my fault because you’re suppose watch where you step." I scoffed at her. 

"You don’t tell me what to do. First off, this is my property. Now if you’d excuse me, I have a meeting. Watch where the hell you drive next time," I flipped my freshly done hair in her face before walking off with a strut in my step.

I agree with everybody else. I’m a bitch and I love it…

Kylie Pierce

"Excuse me," I chirped with a slight smile.

The lady at the desk stayed looking at the computer, “Yes?”