Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate...
"I'm really tired," Gina sits down, she has lost weight.
It's not drastic, but I can tell.
"Tomorrow the funeral done babes don't worry yourself," I sigh.
"Yeah then I have to live with the hurt," she picks up the burger and pull the bacon from it. She's been picking on food.
I reach over and give her a hug.
"Everything ago alright sis," I rub her back soothingly.
She breathes out.
"I've been dealing with the funeral and honestly, I dunno if I'm just too fancy but it's draining my account," she sounds frustrated. "But I just want to give him the perfect send off."
"And you're doing well," I hold her hand. "You a 17 and you a do damn good."
She stares at me with a melancholic look.
"I miss him."
I nod. "Mi know."
She wipes her eyes and says. "Nickoi been helping out too but it takes a lot," she takes another piece of bacon.
I look outside at the men putting up the tent for Qara's party.
She sighs again.
"When we gonna check on my God baby?" I change the topic.
"After..."
"Gina you strong eno because you a do so well, you lose the love of yuh life and you a push forward, I'm not sure if I have that in me, and me admire that," I say honestly.
She just nods. "I try."
It's been a few days since the whole Caribbean been in a frenzy about the mysterious plane that vanished. Apparently the persons who were on the flight, has nothing to say.
"How you a cope with that?" I ask. She meets my stare.
"With what Rick?"
Damn, he's all she thinks about...
"Your dad.." I clarify.
"I could care less. I want my man back."
My lips parts.
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Michelle's POV
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