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🔶🔸Zambia's POV🔸🔶
Saturday, March 31st
7:17 pm
I run my hands over the silky fabric before brushing the tight curls out a bit to give me a more puffy hair look.
I remove the eyeliner from the makeup bag again and line my eyes with it for the second time tonight. I apply another coating of clear lipgloss and smack my lips.
I am looking absolutely gorgeous and I feel amazing, carefree and confident.
I stoop down a little and fix the gold straps of my heels.
While the majority of my mind is overly excited for this little outing, the minority feels as if I may be moving too fast.
I sit on the bed contemplating on whether or not to rain check tonight.
My eyes fix on the clock as it ticks closer to 7:30, the time I am supposed to be picked up and I think it's rude if I just call now when they are probably on their way and cancel.
I take a deep breath and stand, I check my mini bag making sure that it has everything I need and especially my get vex money.
I hear the sound of a horn and I briskly walk out of the house closing the door.
He steps out of the car and holds the door open for me to get in.
Okay, that's a green flag.
"Yuh good?" He asks as he straps himself in.
"Yeah, you?" my voice soft.
"A wah do yuh?" He chuckles and I look at him confused.
"Mi nuh mean nuh way by it, just that yuh quiet, yeah yuh always quiet is just that you're more quiet if yuh get weh me a seh" he glances at me awkwardly after his rambling
I lightly chuckle and nod my head.
He smiles at me and turns back his attention to the road. Music softly playing, I lay back in the seat.
My mind runs to my first date with Klaus. I was met with flowers and I haven't gotten any from this one.
Maybe I am moving too fast.
But at the same time, I can't sit here waiting on Klaus to leave prison something that may never happen.
I just hope that this will go well.
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🔷🔹Klaus' POV🔹🔷
Wednesday, April 12
My eyes search around the little 4 by 4 box nothing but concrete everywhere I look.
I rake my hands through my now-forming beard. I rest my back against the cold floor, doing the same routine I have been doing for how long now.
I try to keep myself occupied with my thoughts. Reviewing every memory and coming up with new business ideas for when I finally leave here.
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Random(Completed) Different Worlds tells the story of two young Jamaican adults who, although born on the same small tropical island in the Caribbean and in the same city, live two completely different lives and paths. For the 20-year-old woman Zambia Nel...
