Trust

O2.

ROSE JONES.🌹

I was eating pickles and looking into some more colleges.

"These are for you." My uncle threw mail on my bed then left out.

Letters from Harvard,UCLA,Yale,Princeton and Florida state.

I opened Harvard first of course.

Not accepted

Okay... I picked up Princeton opening it.

Not accepted

Okay.... third times a charm. I picked up yale's letter.

Not accepted

Okay UCLA show me what you can do.

Not accepted

At this point I didn't even want to open up florida state's letter but I did anyway.

Rejected

I just didn't understand... I was top my high school with a 4.0.
I was a good student, never got into any trouble.

Now I have to stay with my uncle forever....

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"I'm glad you came with me girl." Jayda said as we walked into this house party.

"Yeah me too."  I mumbled.

I only came to get me out of this funky mood.
I literally cried for two hours straight and kept re-reading the letters.

"Damn ma." A boy grabbed my ass.

I would usually cuss a nigga out if he touched me.
But I didn't care.

"Oh I can grab your ass." He smirked coming back over to me.

"Listen I honestly don't care, I've had a rough day." I rolled my eyes getting a drink.

"Well let me make it better." He but his lip.

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"Fuck." I moaned.

I never thought I'd see me having a night stand ever in my life.
But who cares I have nothing to loose anyway.

"I'm about to cum." He groaned pulling out of me and taking off the condom.

He nutted on my breasts.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I grabbed my clothes going to the bathroom.

I found a wash cloth wiping off my chest.
I also took a piss, I didn't need a UTI.

I decided to slip on my pants but I noticed that I grabbed his pants too.
His wallet fell out and it was mighty thick.

I opened it and this nigga had bank.

"No rose, what are you doing..." I mumbled to myself.

I wasn't accepted into any school of my choice.
I had no job and my uncle wouldn't even let me get one.

"Damn girl, you taking a long time in there." He yelled making me jump.

Some money fell out of his wallet.

"Lord forgive me."

I grabbed what was on the floor and put it in my bra.

I put his wallet back in his pants and made my way back to him.