Who Am I?

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Hey there and before you ask no I'm not suffering from an identity crisis. I know exactly who I am, I'm Monalisa Chidumebi Dozie. A boob- less 17 almost 18 year old. You know those girls who are born with such confidence, they know exactly who they are and don't feel out of place even in the most absurd situation?

Yeah I'm not one of those.

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"So how's the date going" wait what, why did you ask that. I earned another hit from Amara, I silently groan, my ribs may be broken

He chuckles again oh my God he has a dimple on his left cheek shoot me.

"To be honest kinda terrible we haven't connected on a single thing, it's probably gonna be a one time thing"

Before I could think AGAIN I blurt out "yessss"

"Huh what was that?" He asked

"Ummm pestsss, I said I hate pestsss"

You're such a quick thinker Mona good one

Mental face palm

"Ooookay?" He said confused

I notice his eyes are now directed towards my bag, I look down and the lingerie Amara forced me to buy is sticking out, it's a red lacy contraption and I'm completely mortified.

I can't believe he's looking at it,
he'll think it's mine.

'Well dummy it is yours, you spent money on it'

I quickly shove it deeper into the bag

"It's not mine" I blurt out

He shoots my an amused look of disbelief.

"No no it's not mine, I promise. it's for the nun's"

Oh my God I did NOT just say that someone bury me right now please

*ONGOING*