Honey & Friends

Introducing me 1

**Honey's POV**
Tik, tok, tik, tok. Eyes up, rise up-it's time to take another step toward your dream day! 🎶🎶🎵 I heard Berry Van's voice singing from my phone. Is it 6:50 PM already?
Damn, I've got to be at work by 7:30. I jumped out of my cozy bed and hurried through a quick shower, throwing on a clean gray sweatshirt and tight jeans. I slipped my feet into my black sneakers, pulled my curly black hair into a ponytail, and took one last glance in the mirror. I grabbed my iPhone and headset, tossing them into my backpack.
"What to eat, hm?"
As I walked through the kitchen, I spotted Mum passed out in the living room, a bottle of vodka clutched in her hand. I sighed, dropped my backpack, and took the bottle away from her, gently guiding her back to her room. She's been like this since Dad left us. She works hard, but when she comes home, she's often drunk. I don't blame her.
In a gloomy mood, I grabbed an apple and headed to work. I'm a weekend cleaner at a business firm, and they sponsor my education. That means Mum doesn't have to pay for my fees or books, which is a relief. At the end of every three months, I get paid too. It's a good offer, right?
You might wonder why Mum is working so hard, juggling both night and day shifts. Well, besides covering all our bills, she sends money to Grandma for her health and medicine. And she's also managing my big brother's college fees.
What about Dad? Let's just say he's off somewhere, fathering other children and feeding another family. When he feels like it, he sends money or something, but honestly, I don't care anymore. The only father I recognize is my heavenly father up there.
I parked my bicycle behind the tall Vance Firm building, took out my key for the back door, and let myself in. After signing in, I changed into my work clothes. Before putting on my headset, I pressed play: "Work" by Rihanna featuring Drake started playing. Perfect timing.
Wait! I've been rambling on without introducing myself. What a bad habit of mine...
The name's Honey Johnson, 16 years old, soon to be 17. I love rap music and am deeply into it. I believe every individual has their own special power, and mine shines through when I rap or perform spoken poetry. I lose my confidence in front of huge crowds or under the sudden spotlight, but when I'm delivering spoken poetry or rapping, I feel a powerful surge that makes me forget my fears.
I mostly jam to rap music and other dope tracks.
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