another piece of my book
CHAPTER THREE
The next day I was woken up by a call from my friend Wayne my most favorite, negative person in my life, when I wanted to remember what a failure I was I call Wayne and he reminds me.
“Ms Alexander! I see you’re still in bed” He said Disgusted
“well Wayne what can I say? I’m gonna have to get myself a gas station so I can get up at un Godly hours of the morning and take out my frustration on the sleeping public of Jamaica” I responded matter of factly.
“Well at least I don’t depend on my mother and I take care of my responsibilities”
“wow Wayne I’m so impressed! But to what do I owe this phone call”
“I just call you to remind you how pathetic you are, Ms Alexander. Enjoy the rest of your day, bye” with that Wayne hung up, I swore and through myself back unto my pillow!! But thanks to Wayne I couldn’t go back to sleep, I looked at my watch it was nearly twelve o clock!! I glanced around at my room, noticing the unpacked suitcases all around me, and shoes scattered every where, I figured I could clean my room today and feel like somebody.
I also looked at the bottle of Prozac neatly situated in the center of the mess, I decided I would brush my teeth, help myself to cereal and then maybe take two or four depending on how I felt, and worry about cleaning my room tomorrow! When hopefully I wake up earlier.
It was Thursday morning what do people do on a Thursday it was such an odd day, I played with my cereal for fifteen minutes before my cell phone rang, it was Nisei, a good friend of mine who also didn’t have a job, but whose social life was more like a job than anything else she always had something to do and somewhere to go.
Aug 28th