Ding ding!!
Uggh
Monday .I hate Mondays so much.
It's just reminds me of how much work I have to go through for a whole week, And I don't need such nonsense reminder for that.
Maybe I could just sleep a little bit
Ding ding !!!
Jeez WHY?!!! This stupid alarm!!
I hate my job but what choice do I have, man's gotta eat. It's 7:00 already!!
In 30 minutes I was done taking my bath, did my makeup and dressed up as fast as I could because I'm already late for work uggh
I know I'm beautiful I don't need any fucking reminder as well.
Smiling, I stare at the mirror once more, I mean many times more. I'm 5.10ft tall with my beautiful skin and the right curves at the right places.
Gosh it 7:30 already. Came out, locked the door, yes I live alone, in a nice apartment. I love my privacy alot. I wore my blue shirt and not so fitted skirt but yunno it should be at least a little fitted, I love my body and shape alot, thanks momma. I took the stairs to the last floor. Walking majestically, carefully not to repeat what happened again last weekend, gosshh I was such a fool, why would I trip over my own bottle water that fell off my hands, and the most annoying part was that this angel was watching, I think he should be a fallen angel Gabriel from heaven ( if heaven actually exists) because I would really need his hands gaped all over me. He has this good bad "man" vibe but I hate him already, he saw me fell and just hissed, I was embarrassed as hell, I ran back upstairs and promise myself not to ever go jogging eveeerrr, well at least for now.
Oh yeah, I'm Essence Stewart, yes you're wondering why that name, I really don't like the name "essence" at first but then it's the name my grandpa gave to me before he passed away. I lived with him till when I was off to college, nonna died a long time ago, so I don't really know her much. RIP GRANDPA. I loved him soo much and still do.
I'm 23, I work in a fashion design iconic company, ZION EMPIRE. I'm the only child of my parents, "I wish"( eyeroll) I have TWO elder brothers that seem like I have 12 brothers, like I mean they.are.everywhere, and no sisters. My parents are divorced and are both annoying. And yeah I wouldn't classify myself as "rich", just middle class, I guess, I can afford my three square meal.
I don't stay with my parent, I stay in New York "working" my butts off. I mean the official work hour oughta be 11am- 3pm, likeee I have other businesses, i.e I could go sleep or even Netflix and chill, I love movies alot. Who doesn't .💁
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This has been on my draft and I decided to drop it, what do y'all think, should I write more chapters. Please like and comment, it's my first written book.
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