(Chapter 1)

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Ja'kiaya

"Jakiaya hurry the hell up" My best friend Angel said. "I don't even wanna go" I complained from my bedroom. Tomorrow is my 21st birthday. I've had a long week and a long day, I just planned on chilling but my best friend had other plans.

I walked inside of my walk in closet looking for a outfit so I can come back home. I scanned the numerous racks of clothes that I have and settled on a red bodycon dress that stops mid thigh with my black blazer and black Christian Louboutin heels with the red bottom.

I laid my outfit out on my bed as I gathered my undergarments to hop in the shower. I picked out my black lace thong and black bra from Victoria Secrets. "Kiaya I'm finna run to the gas station you better be ready by the time I come back"

I zoned her out as I locked the door to my condo and walked into my bathroom. I plugged my gold iPhone 6s into my Beats pill by Dre that I keep in my bathroom. I went on Pandora and it automatically went to my favorite station. Nicki Minaj.

I turned the shower on and as it got to the right temperature I stripped out of my clothes. I began brushing my teeth as steam filled the bathroom. After brushing my teeth I stepped inside of the shower allowing the hot water to connect to my skin. I moaned in pleasure.

I grabbed my Kama Sutra Intimate Caress Shaving Creme and squeezed some into my hand. I rubbed my hands together and began rubbing the shaving creme along my legs, underarm, and womanhood. I really didn't need to shave any of those places but I still do in case it grows back.

My favorite song Feeling Myself by Nicki Minaj and Beyonce began to play.

Yo B, they ready! Lets go!
Feeling Myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my. Feeling Myself I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my feeling my. Feeling myself I'm feeling myself Im feeling my, feeling myself I'm feeling myself I'm feeling my. I'm with some good girls looking back at it and a good girl in my tax bracket got a black card that let Saks have it these Chanel bags is a bad habit. I - I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted Bitch never left but I'm back at it and I'm feeling myself Jack rabbit feeling myself back off cause I'm feeling myself Jack off he be thinking about me when he whacks off, whacks on? Wax off National Anthem hats off. Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss lemme get a number two with some Mac sauce on the Run Tour, with my mask off.

My mind then lingered over my life. As I began cleansing my body I thought back on life. I don't see what's the point of celebrating a birthday its just a ordinary day to me. After I was done bathing I shampooed my hair. It goes past my shoulders it has a natural curl to it when it gets wet. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.

I wrapped my towel around my body and stepped into my room. My phone was on 30 percent and it ain't no telling how long I'm gonna be gone fooling with Angel so I put it on charge as I began getting ready. I grabbed my Jergens cherry almond lotion and started lotioning my body.

When I was done I put the lotion back on my dresser with my many lotions and went ahead and put my clothes on. I slipped on my bra and panties and then my dress.

I walked back into my bathroom to do something to my hair. I plugged in the blow dryer and began blow drying my hair. It always frizzes up so I put on some detangle and defrizz hair spray. After my hair was dry and no longer frizzy I wand curled it and slicked my edges up.

I put my blazer on and applied some lip gloss. I decided on a red smokey eye shadow and cat eye eyeliner. My lips are already full and I had on lip gloss already so I dabbed on a little red lipstick on top to give it a lil cherry look. I put on my black hoop earrings and a couple of black bracelets.

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