Hiiii Guyss so I've read a lot of book during my time on Wattpad and their soooo good, like I'm being forreal good job guys. Anyway I'm Unknown jkjk you know my name. I decided to give this a try mind you I'm a young girl trying something new so try...
This generation will have you thinking vanity and popularity is Success.
But for me it ain't nothing fr.
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Renáe Jayda Porshe
Jayda's POV
Nobody tells you how exhausted it is to pretend you're okay.
I became good at it eventually. Good at smiling when my chest felt heavy. Good at laughing when I when I wanted to disappear. Good at telling people, "I'm fine," because explaining the truth felt harsher than carrying it alone.
The strangest part was that nobody noticed.
Or maybe they did, and I had just gotten too good at hiding.
My life was pretty normal. At least, that's what I told myself.
Twenty-three. A three-bedroom house I was still ridiculously proud of. A job I had worked my ass off for. Two best friends who had known me long enough to recognize the difference between my real laugh and the one I used when I didn't want anyone asking questions.
From the outside, I had everything figured out.
I'm a quiet and shy person. Music has always been my peace, it calms my nerves in a way no one could. It because a distraction to reality for me.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I groaned and blindly reached across my nightstand, smacking my alarm until the room finally went quiet.
"Shit."
My eyes snapped open.
7:00
Work starts at 8:15.
"Oh my God."
I practically threw myself out of bed.
I took a quick shower and started getting ready for work.
I worked at Pinnock's Stock Investments as the CEO's assistant. Honestly, it had been the best job I'd ever had. The hours were long, sometimes ridiculously long, but the experience, knowledge, and supportive environment made it worth it.
After graduating LSU with high honors in. finance and economics, I wasn't sure what came next.
Then two weeks after graduation, my professor, Mr. Parker, called me.
I still remember the excitement in his voice.
He told me he'd found an opportunity for me. A big one.
I was so excited that started crying right there on the phone.
Growing up, I never really had anyone to point me in the right direction. Mr. Parker became one of the few people who did. He believed in me, guided, and reminded me that I was capable of accomplishing the dreams I'd worked so hard for.
