• Book inspired by the song of the 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 album, 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋.
Onika Maraj growing up in Houston, Texas not only that but growing up filled with Christians and always going to church on Sunday morning and praying on Sunday n...
• I felt my eyes open up as I looked around and examined my mess room. It was at least 8 AM on this Monday.
I felt my body shift up and did a bit of stretching and yawning then I decided it was time to get up for today.
I had my black boxers on with my black manbeater shirt on I know how much my mother despises it, but I'm comfortable in it.
Since I was born into this world I never liked skirts or dresses, not even the color pink. My mother was fed up with it at the age of seven she enrolled me in lady-like classes.
I look back at the memories that I had of those lessons and the traumatic experiences that led me to a lot of stuff at such a young age I used to cry as to why God didn't make me any more girly or bubbly like the rest of the girls in my elementary school.
I felt tears forming in the corner of my eyes but swiftly wiped them away I drew my attention back to reality.
I was in the kitchen so I decided to make some breakfast to get over the thoughts.
I'm not a big cook when comes to cooking but I do know a bit of something when comes to it, I reached over all the boxes in the cabinet and found the pancake mix.
Then I wandered my way to the stove turned it on and made the pancake mix with the base and water, I carefully poured the mixture onto the pan that was heating up much faster than expected.
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The pancakes were finished and ready to be put on a plate. I was planning on making some bacon and eggs on the side but I was too lazy for that mess.
I went into the living room and sat down on the sofa, but then sighed realizing that the remote was on the couch. So I got up and grabbed the remote turning it on a network that I love.
Now finally I can eat in peace, I pick up my fork and enter a piece of fluffy confection goodness with Maple syrup on it into my mouth.
I can say it was good but it wasn't that terrific even though as much as I dislike my mother she has better cooking skills than me.
My eyes were watching all the action until I felt my phone buzzing beside me.
I furrowed my eyes confused about who could be texting me this early. I put my plate down and pick up my phone.
I put in my password to unlock my phone and Imessages had 2 nonfictions I'm guessing it's maybe one of them from that church.
I clicked on the app and it was Rihanna who sent me those messages.
