Chapter 18: Pipes.
I roll out of bed and grab my ringing phone from my nightstand.
It's Miles.
"Hello." I say, groggily.
"Hope your vocal cords are all warmed up for tonight?" He asks and I groan.
"Is this why you're calling me this early in the morning?" I retort.
"I just want to make sure you're prepared." He tells me.
"I am, Miles. I'll see you later." I say before hanging up.
I see that I have a message from my bank. I click on it and it reads.
Credit: $100,000.
Current balance: 107,356.
What the hell?
Richard sent me a hundred thousand dollars?
This can't be real.
I send him a text and he replies immediately.
Richard: Now, do you see how serious I am?
Me: That's a lot of money, Richard.
Richard: Spending time with you is even more expensive to me. I'm out of town, but as soon I get back I'm hoping we can go out again.
Me: Sure.
Richard: Looking forward to it.
I place my phone on my nightstand and head to the bathroom. Today is wash day, so I'm gonna be a while. When I'm done washing my hair, I take a well-needed shower and I get out of the bathroom. I start brushing my teeth and then I hear my aunt calling out for me.
"I'm in the bathroom." I yell.
Seconds later, my aunt appears at the bathroom door.
"A little Birdy told me you're singing at school today." She says, all smiles.
By a little birdy, I know she means my mother. That woman can't keep anything to herself.
"Yes." I say before I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and rinse.
"Your mother and I will be in attendance. You'll do great." She says and I nod.
"Thanks." I say, she's about to walk away when I speak again.
"Um, auntie?" I call out and she turns her attention to me.
"Yes, Jasmine." She says, warmly.
"I have the money to process mom's papers." I say and her jaw drops.
"What? How?" She asks, perplexed.
"A friend of mine gave me a watch and I sold it. So, I'm using the money I got from that." I lie.
I have no other choice, but to lie. If she finds out that someone gave me the money, she'll make me return it and I'll be damned if I do that shit.
"Praise God." She says, raising her hands up, waving at the ceiling.
"Praise him." I concur, sarcastically.
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Teen FictionJasmine Prentice is a girl who has more problems than a math textbook. Her life is pretty eventful on it's own and is thrown into further turmoil when she finds herself stuck in a maze of money, drugs and power.
