hbd princess, pt1.

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         fantasias pov: happy birthday.

i woke up to missed calls from my friends and parents, birthday messages, and mentions on instagram.

i have work in exactly one hour.

i called my parents.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABYGIRL!" my dad yelled, almost bursting my eardrums out.

"thank you dad!!"

"happy birthday, Monique!"

"thank you mommy!!"

"me and daddy are on our way"

"he has one daughter"

"quit hating. we'll be there in five, love you baby"

"love you more"

i hung up and called jen.

"AHHHH HAPPY TWENTIETH BITCH!!! YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY ENTERED THE DUBCLUB"

"thank you!!! and yes, finally!"

"please dont tell me they got you working today.."

"yes, but i get off at two so ill still have time to celebrate, dont worry"

its currently seven, i have to leave before eight which is my clock in time.

"ok ill see you soon"

7:10

i got in the shower. i forgot to take my work clothes out the dryer, and iron them...

7:34

i got out wrapping my towel around me and brushing my teat.

"happy birthday to you! happy birthday to Monique, happy birthday to you!"

my parents came through my door with gifts and a small cupcake with a candle in it.

i blew it out and thanked them both.

"we have more surprises but you have to work so you'll see them when you come back."

"i love yall so much"

"we love you eternally. it is close to eight, where's your clothes?"

"in the dryer. i forgot to take them out and iron them"

"babe, what's the time"

"seven forty eight"

"grab the ironing board for me, please"

she rushed in my washing room and took the clothes out as my dad got the board.

"im gonna be late" i sighed.

"no, you're not. ill be finished in no time"

7:52

i grabbed my things and headed out the door.

"dad, don't let mama leave my door unlocked like she did the last time."

"i wont. have a good day!"

"i will!"

8:15

i arrived at work.

"girl, now how are you twenty something minutes late?"

"i was too exhausted lastnight and left my clothes in the dryer."

"barrino, my office" the manager said.

i walked in nervously.

"hey"

"you're late"

"im sorry. lastnight i-"

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