I sat there among other people, praying to God for the fundraiser to be over soon. Why the hell did I study mass communication? I sat in the middle of men and women who just scribbled as if their lives depended on it. Maybe it does. I bite my lower lip nervously, my tongue tasted blood, and I immediately stopped.I stared forward, my eyes colliding with the piercing blue eyes. I coughed and looked down at my notepad, I pretended to listen, scribbling madly as I nodded my head intensively.After some hours of eternity, it was finally over. I dragged my buttocks off the seat, longing for the comfort of my home and some Dear Alcohol. But I needed to take his picture first. My hands rolled into a fist as I thought about it."C'mon Cam," I said, half dragging my cameraman who had the luxury of sleeping throughout this shit."Where are we going," he asked, rubbing his eyes, those emerald green eyes that stared at me lustfully at every chance they got."We are going to take a photo of the ma
I stared at the silver key in front of me, it came with a box which I didn't care less about its content. I thrust the things back into his hands, "take it, give it back to him."The man squirmed," he said he would sack me if I came back with the gifts." I shot an eyebrow. Had it gotten to threatening people? I thrust it back to the man."Please Ma! I have a family," he spoke. Slade, you're the most cunning man I've ever seen in my life! He knew what he was doing when he sent this man."He also said that if you gave it out, threw it away, lose it, he would fire me." I knew that he would fire the man and he knew that I knew. Fuck my stupid emotions.I rubbed my face tiredly, I had been arguing with the man for twenty long minutes. "Alright I'll take it, but you must first do me a favor." He nodded feverishly. "What's your name?""Craig""Alright, Craig. I want you to go to your boss and tell him that I said Fuck him! Fuck him with a burning stick up his anus." Craig's eyes widen with h
See babbbbby, I would kill for youuu. I mean die for you..."Okay, I'm changing this right now." I picked up my phone to change my ringtone, my ringtone for four years. I rubbed my eyes. "Jenny," the caller ID read. Why was Jenny calling me? My eyes drifted towards the top left corner of my screen. 8:45! I rushed towards the toilet but stopped and stilled myself. Okay Soph, where do you think you're going? Huh? You've lost your job. Parker is going to kill you! You're dead! Gone! Dismissa! Fireda! Alright, don't panic. You're now jobless but still don't panic. Now you'll blow bubbles and fight crimes."Shit Fuck Shit Fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I stormed the bathroom. I arrive at the building thirty minutes later. I greeted Luke, the security guard who averted his eyes from me. Yeesh! Am I in that much trouble?"Of Course, you are," I kicked myself hard. "Did you expect a welcome party? A hug and a kiss? Or you have done tremendously well by coming too late little Miss
"Honk, honk!""Coming," Jenny shouted. "I said, you are not following me out there, looking like that!" She snapped, turning her focus to me."Alright, what would you have me wear then?"She ignored me, "there has to be something nice here that we can put together for you," she said talking more to herself than me."Aha!" She said, triumphantly, bringing out the black mini gown that I wore in my dream. How had she found it? I knew I should have burnt that cloth. But the memories, oh my God!"Are you guys having sex in there!" Why does everything about this boy be sex and hookups?"No, I can't wear that.""Why?""I just can't Jenny.""Yes, you can, and you will." After much struggle, and fights over wearing makeup and not wearing, Jenny had managed to transform me from the hollow-eyed girl before to a Kim Kardashian. She gripped my hand and hollered me towards the door, where Can was waiting."OH-LA-LA, oh God! Now I want you more than ever, Shit." I looked him straight in the eyes, pl
"Someone is following us," Cam said, looking at his rear mirror. I nodded and turned around, staring through the car window, looking at the street lights, and breathing in the nightly air. I wished that life was always like this; The sound of people hustling and bustling, the smell of fried meat, the atmosphere...everything was so wholesome."No, seriously, someone is following us," Jenny said, the toughness in her all gone, replaced with something like alarm and worry.I sighed, "Chill, it's only Frank.""How do you know?" she asked."Cause I know," I said, rolling my eyes. I knew the car as I knew the back of my palm, the driver has been my bodyguard for three months, three months of ecstasy and sorrow."Cam, can you move a little bit faster?""Our...looks like someone is in the mood for an adventure.""Drive Cam."***Why is my door open? Why are the lights on, and who the fuck Is in my apartment?! I reached for my purse, grabbing the pink laser. Whoever the burglar is, he should k
"You don't look so well, Xena.""I'm okay." Even the blind could at least sense that I was far from okay, but he shrugged, getting back to his crossword without even sparing a look at me. He has always been like this.I reminisced on the day that I met him, I had just been offered a job in a Wonderful company and Cameron had been my assistant. I remember his eyes that were full of pity as if they knew my past more than I do. When I brought up the topic of finding a therapist, Cam introduced me to his. An elderly man refuted the claim that he was growing old. A therapist who loved clubbing, disco dance shoes, and Micheal Jackson's hat, which is inarguably his favorite, as he even wears It while putting on his Lab Coat. Six months ago, I thought that he was the most fascinating man I've ever seen and six months later, he still is... Well, after the Son of the Devil."I'm ready to talk now, Sam," I sighed, biting my lips. Sam has a way of making me do things that I would never have done.
What do you do on a Saturday?I had been lying on the bed in my pajamas for twenty minutes straight, in my messy room. The zeal to do a clean-up wasn’t there. I scrolled through my Instagram page, checking my notifications, and I saw that Slade Rowan had requested to follow me. I clicked his name and went through his profile. After going through it, I rejected his request. Today was only Saturday, which means I had only one day to elope to Mars if I don’t want to face him on Monday.I followed Sam’s advice and I’ve been myself throughout last week and this week, now the moment of Truth is at hand. Can’t I sleep past Monday? I had wanted to call my brothers, but if I did so, they would probably…probably? No, they would abandon all they were doing. I need to talk to someone before I explode. I dialed Cam’s number.“Heyy”“Hey Soph, how’s it going?”“Everything is going well.”“Wow. That’s great.”“Yeah.”Silence.“Okay,” he said.“Okay,” I replied. Groaning, I switched off my phone. Thi
What would you like to be when you grow up Sophia," he asked."I dunno. I love writing, maybe I would become a writer or a stone artist," I said, my eyes growing bigger with delight as I added a pebble to form a atone art in which a man and a woman were kissing."Harrumph. What's cool in playing with stones, anyways, I would like to be a name giver!" He said, triumphantly, raising his fist to the air."What's that?" I asked"What?""That""What's What?""Name giver""Oh, that.""Yeah.""You should know from the name. It is simply someone who gives names.""So you want to be a what is it now? Namegiver?""Yeah.""Alright, how does it works," I asked."Have you ever wondered why some things are given some names? Why Orange is named Orange and not something like 'bicycle or horse.'"No, I've never wondered that.""Awwn," he said, pressing his hand to his chest. "Cute little Sophia, you only know how to eat and inflate those fat cheeks of yours.""Justin!""What? Is it wrong to say that y