Just One Day

1. Me

Hi. I'm Andi Savens. I'm 22 and I hate my life 98% percent of the time.

I grew up having only 5 friends. And I still only have those specific 5 friends. I mean usually when the girls and I hang out on the days we can, we get pretty mean and wild.

You can say we're bitches but I personally think that we're a bunch of low life pieces of shits.

We go to work. Sometimes work out. Cook dinner. Eat. Shower. Then repeat. Except on Saturday's and Sunday's. Those are our free days. We do whatever those days.

Some people explain us individually as the opposite of what we really are. Does that make sense?

Example Me. I look like a mean ass bitchy twob. Reality: I'm super quiet, fakingly nice, and mentally curses everyone out.

I'm only wild with my friends. I'll explain more of my girls and I later on.

Yes. I act like a teenager. Why? Because I mean I'm only 22. I'm still a kid practically. Still fresh out the teen years.

So if you have a problem with my form of language than you can FUCK OFF. :)

Or just please exit my life explainer now while you still can. Thanks.

Ok so back to the topic. Well to the people who are still here. I work at a doctors office for children and adults.

Let me tell you one thing. I am not touching no needles, I am not looking at no ones piss in a cup, and I am certainly not looking at no red fluidity liquid shit. NOPE!!

That's why I chose the office stan. I take people's names, write them down, tell them to go sit and wait to be called. That's it for 8 hours. All without looking at the people's faces.

Easy. But sometimes I have to go check on some patients. Like do blood pressure and shit like that. Like the first nurse who comes in before the main one. You know what I'm talking about?

Honestly it's not that bad until it comes to a certain part of the day where all the rude ass mother fuckers come in. Ugh. Every single one of them I want to hop out that window frame and strangle the shitheads.

That's if I'm at the front desk. If I'm in the room with the patient I'd just tighten the blood pressure band tighter than its supposed to be around their arms. Sometimes I want to do it around their necks, but I can't do either of those so there's no fun in that.

Should I tell you how much I make??

I make 20 dollars an hour for 8 hours, for working 5 days a week. At the end of the week (Friday before I leave that unsanitary place) I get a total of $800 in my weekly check.

I obviously only work there for the pay and plus the degree I got for this was the easiest thing to get, slash finish, slash do.

I only know math when it's money ok. Other than that don't ask me about some X plus 5 times Z shit. Because I will not answer you.

Umm what else should I tell you? Let's see.

Oh I've only had 3 past boyfriends. Two of them were when I was in high school (one was in 10th, the other in 12th) and the third one I just recently dumped. Like last week.

Yes I dumped him because he did the same thing as the other two fuckers I went out with did. He cheated.

But hey it's cool! I've been looking at a lot of female asses lately. I've got a whole type and everything.

T.B.H. I'm still attracted to men. I only use the lesbian excuse when ever it's a hobo and they ask me for a hook up or a number to text.

You'd honestly be surprised on how many men said I can bring a female friend with them to the hook up.

But it's not all the time I get asked out so don't imagine me as big shit.

I have two twin older brothers that are 26 and one older sister that's 24. Yes I'm the youngest.

Oldest to youngest.
•Daysin (Dad)
•Jada (Mom)
•Kenneth
•Kendall
•Jayla
•Andi (Me)

My birthdays in February so yeah... Hint: I like gifts.

I've been to jail before. Many times in fact.

But not for bad things.

You'll find out more about that the next time we meet. See ya!

A/n: a. This has been in my drafts for quite a long time now.
b. The update for this maybe a little slow ok. I hope you enjoy this fanfic.