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This story is a part of a three-part story series Story 1:Love In Two Days Story 2: It's A Date "Ayame, you're doing that rapid eye movement thing again. Knock it off," Angie said sternly.
It's A Date
Story 1: Love In Two Days - Part of a three-part story series "Have you heard of the Raging Bull County Fair?" Ever since getting out of Ozan's car yesterday, we've been in constant communication. Our text thread alone looks like we've been in a three-year committed relationship. I feel a sense of relief talking to him. I've never felt this way towards a man before, and I must say, "I like it here."
Love In Two Days
"This is the fifth date this week." Angie has been my best friend before I knew how to spell best friend. She knows me more than I know myself the majority of the time.
Snakes In The Grass
You feed they take You provide comfort they sleep They won't bite after being handled with care They flicker their tongue with truth or dare
Creating My Own Queendom
Shhh, A queen is present. She walks with grace without making a sound. Her head held high to keep her crown from falling.
I Saw What You Wrote
I remember the day so clearly; I was twenty-five, going to vocational school to study medical billing and coding and trying to kickstart the career for the rest of my life. As the year came to a close, I ended up on the Dean's List with a 3.87 GPA. I was ready and willing to put my best foot forward to jump-start my career. During the process, I noticed that some of my classmates were getting job leads, and I was not so; I decided to march up to that office and give job placement a piece of my mind. To make a long story short, the job placement employee stated I was "overly authentic," which means that I'm just too real for people and needed to tone it down.
I Fallen And I Can't Get Up
Looking back, I enjoyed my time in middle school. Grades sixth through eighth is a time for growth, puberty, and having a crush or two. Puppy-love hit me like a ton of bricks in the sixth grade until this day, and I don't regret it one bit. For security purposes, we'll name him "James," James was considered the popular guy in school in the sixth grade, and being labeled popular brought so much power and exposure. Like most young girls, I fell into the trap of following the flock. I've always been private with my crushes. I never bragged about who I liked because, frankly, I didn't trust anyone withholding my secret. I just professed my love by scribbling in my notebook along with my jar full of hope, hoping that one day he would eventually like me back.
Hear My Chest, It's What I feel.
If you're around me long enough, you will realize that my fashion is very simplistic. Leggings or sweats with a graphic tee. I get asked why I enjoy graphic tees so much, and my response has always been, "it's an extension of my personality." I love a good corny joke, a catch-phrase, or a simple shirt that expresses my black pride. As I sit back and go through my wardrobe, I must admit that I have a problem, and I need to add variety to my closet. I thought my desire for these shirts just meant that I'm a shy and socially awkward person. The science of being an introvert is easy. If I feel a sense of comfort around you, then I will open up, or if I don't feel a sense of comfort, then I will shut down and be an observer. For the past two years, I've been more intentional with my interaction with people.