Beyoncé: 20 years old, intelligent, single and independent. She always gets her way. Her father is the most powerful man in the US, so that adds to her cockiness. Her whole life will change when she is kidnapped. Jay-z has helped her father with mon...
WARNING: y'all aren't ready for this chapter...they can call me to direct a movie as of now⚠️ . . .
It's Tuesday. 64 days have passed since I woke up on this island. Bantayan. The Philippines. Who would've thought? My life has changed so much. I was never truly happy with my previous life because it was all boring: school, home, study, and very little time I spent doing what I wanted. And now? I don't think I see a difference. Shawn is practically a kiss ass but he won't let me use any type of social platform or any type of application that could help me contact my parents.
This morning when I woke up, I realized that Shawn wasn't sleeping next to me. I thought that it was odd but I eventually found a few hours later, when I went downstairs to have my breakfast, that he left me a note saying that he was going to be out all day. He didn't explain why he will be gone for the rest of the day. I was lucky though because Biscuit was at home with me and we spent all the time together. For breakfast I had: egg-in-a-hole, around 4 of them; bacon, biscuits with goat cream cheese, and roasted veggies, onion, bell pepper, carrot, and cucumber. Also, I had a sandwich with cured ham and scrambled eggs seasoned with some fresh thyme. Wow, my mouth is watering only naming the ingredients. Also, for dessert, because I never skip dessert, I ate pancakes with wild fruits and a topping made of dulce de leche.
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I am sitting on the big couch in the living room, watching how the rain is pouring down the windows. A few minutes ago the sky got cloudy and it started raining. After the recap I just made of my day, I am now chilling on the sofa with Biscuit right next to me. I am rubbing his belly. This storm is intense because the thunders can be heard throughout the whole house. I didn't turn on the TV because I wanted to enjoy the rain. Just like that. The view of the ocean made this experience even better because seeing how the waves hit the shore relaxed my eyes.
