~| Baton Rouge, Louisiana |~
~| Carmen House |~
~| August 4, 2018 |~
I rose out of bed quietly, and slightly yawning since I'm just waking up.
Sighing, I just knew today would be a long day since it's my birthday.
Yesssssss, 24 years old today, a bitch growing up.
Finally looking around, I noticed a bunch of shit on my bed.
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"What the hell?" I mumbled to myself getting up with wide eyes.
"Hold the fuck up." I said before going into the bathroom.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and took a quick shower before wrapping myself up in a robe.
I noticed more by the wall.
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Looking at the top, over it, there was big ballon's that said Happy 24th Birthday.
I smiled big as fuck, because I already knew who did this.
Just on cue, Kentrell walked in my room eating some cereal smiling. "So you like it?"
"Like it? Nigga I love it." I smiled big going over to him, kissing him.
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Suicide Hotline ~ NBA Youngboy ~ Completed
FanfictionCarmen Davis works at a Suicide Hotline Company, where people take calls from people all around the world that have problems, and thinks of suicide. One day she takes a call from a young boy, Kentrell Gaulden. And somehow, they manage to connect.
