(Finding Myself In You) Chapter 1: Changes

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Related imageI walk into the main hallway of my apartment building. Observing everything around me from the marble tile on the floors to the immaculate chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the hall, with a circular table directly under it. As I walk in from the street there is a white couch on the left side of the lobby right across from the attendant desk. I walk over to the front desk and smile at the attendant sitting behind the desk. Her name is Ann, ever since I’ve moved into the apartment, a few months ago, she has been my only friend. Ann is 35 years old and she has a husband and two kids, one boy one girl; the girl is seven years old and the boy is nine years old. She shows me pictures of her family all the time and tells me beautiful stories about them too. It makes me feel more comfortable with my move from California to Massachusetts. Sometimes I think I made a bad decision, but Ann makes it all better.

About two years ago I received a book deal that still seems unbelievable. I’d been blogging for a while about romance. It started off as a hobby. Slowly I began getting subscribers and people responding to all the articles I was posting. Eventually my fan base spiked to over 4 million subscribers. Throughout the beginning days of my success no one knew who I was. I never revealed my name, I just refer to myself as the ‘Romance Queen’. It became a phenomenon that people would hashtag ‘Romance Queen’ on their social media post, hoping that I would give them advice. I would spend hours on only trying to respond to people through social media and through my personal website. One day a lady by the name of Linda Fox sent me an email saying that she had an extraordinary opportunity for me. I ignored her first email because I thought it was a scam, but she sent another message through social media. I did some research on her and she is well known in the industry as an author. Linda and I set up a day to meet, but I was nervous about revealing my identity to someone. I decided to send my best friend, Cindy to my meeting for me. Turns out it’s the headquarters for a company called ‘Elite Women’ which is focused on giving talented women a platform to brand themselves. They aren’t a huge company by they have many wealthy investors. Long story short they drew up a contract for me to publish a book by the ‘Romance Queen’. I didn’t know anything about writing or how I would go about writing a book, but I had the help of their editors. Once I finished my first book I titled it ‘Secrets to Keep Your Romance on Fire’. In the book I talk about things a lot of my subscribers have never read by me. I let it all out, it’s the raw truth. The only thing that really upset me was that I didn’t know much about the art of writing. I spoke to my team and voiced that I would like to go back to school, and they mentioned that I wouldn’t have been the first one to do so through the company. I immediately did some research on the top schools for literature and romance and I was pointed to the one and only Harvard University. I was determined to go back to school, but I was dreading, that I had to go to Massachusetts. I picked up everything I had and moved. I still speak to my friends here in there and my parents. ‘Elite Women’ are supportive of me expanding my knowledge in literature, they’ve even offered to help me financially. I know in all actuality they just want a few more books out of me. I sent in my application for Harvard University before I moved, hoping that I wouldn’t have to wait long before I got accepted. I’ve had Ann on lookout for my acceptance letter since I moved in.
“Good Morning”, Ann says as she smiles.
“Good Morning”, I say returning the smile.
“Here’s the mail that I have for you today”, she says slightly disappointed.
“The anticipation is killing me”, I say going through the mail.

“You will get in”, she says sincerely.
Ann reminds me of my mother because she always tries to encourage me, which is something I need right now.

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The next thing I know my next-door neighbor, Michael comes walking down the spiral steps and Ann does this eyebrow thing to indicate that he’s coming. I have been crushing on Michael since the moment I walked into this building. The first day I saw him he was returning from a morning run. I was struggling to get my bags in the building and he offered to take them upstairs for me. Ever since then I can’t stop thinking about him. I haven’t been able to have a full-length conversation with him because of the way he makes me feel. Anything I know about him is from Ann and I have a feeling she’s not telling me everything. No guy has ever made me feel the way Michael does. I’m usually very straightforward but whenever he’s around I normally just leave the scene. Before I see him, his pit-bull ‘Pretty’ starts licking my leg. I smile and pet her then I see him in a T-shirt, sweatpants and flip-flops; the norm.
“I apologize, she can’t help herself”, he says.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind”, I say before looking up at him. Every time we make eye contact there’s this weird tension between us. I just step back, grab my mail, and head up to my apartment. Once I get in my apartment I head straight to my office, which is the only room that is assembled and organized. Although the book is done I still have to keep up with regular blog post that have gotten more frequent and come up with more ideas for book two. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed. I haven’t had time to decorate my apartment, the same way the movers brought the things in, is the same way that they still are. This is when I wish I had my friends or family to help me.
I spent the next hour making post after post, responding to all the people with romance issues. Being the romance queen. Suddenly I hear a knock at the door, I quickly get up because I know exactly who it is. When I open the door, Turner stands in front of me. I step aside so that he can walk into the apartment and I hear rattling of keys to the apartment next to mine. Once I put my head out to look no one standing there but the door shuts. I walked back into my apartment and close the door behind myself. Then turn back to my house guest and smile. He slowly walked up to me and begins kissing me.

By: Domonique Hume

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Is It More Than What It Seems? (Part 1)

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Wale as Mike

I watched her as she is on the couch sleep with her long black hair laid across my legs. She is a beautiful woman that I have the pleasure to spend endless time with. She could have been anywhere, but she’s here with me. Every time I look at her, she makes me want to be a better man not because I want her but I know her heart is genuine. Everything she says and does make me think about everything I have done.

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Desi Renae as Meagan

Meagan opens her eyes and turns her head to look at Mike who quickly looks at the TV as if he wasn’t watching her, “How long was I asleep?”.

“About two hours”, Mike replied.

Embarrassed she said, “Why didn’t you wake me up?” sitting up on the couch.

“I didn’t want to bother you”.

Meagan began looking around, “Where is my phone?”.

“It was about to die so I put it on the charger in the room and it rang a few times too”

“Shit”, she got up and ran to the room.

After retrieving her phone she walked back into the living room scowling down her call list then called someone. She put the phone to her ears sitting on the arm of the couch. The phone rang four times before a male voice answered, “Hello”

“Hey, I just saw you call. I’m at a friend’s house and loss track of time. Do you still want to go?”

“Yeah meet me at 9”, the voice on the other end replied.

She replied with a big smile, “Okay see you soon”

“Alright Bye”

Meagan started putting on her shoes and grabs her purse. Mike asked Meagan interested, “Who are you going to meet?”

“This guy I met a few weeks ago ”

“Where did you meet him?”, he said waiting for a reply

“Why does it matter?”, she said in a skeptical tone.

“You do know some guy have expectations on the first date?

“Who said this is the first date?” she said looking up at him smiling.

Mike nodded his head. He then grabs a pen and paper handing it to Meagan, “What’s this guy’s information?”

“Mike get a life”, Meagan said rolling her eyes.

“I’m serious. I would prefer the full name and cell phone number”

“I’m also serious, get al life”, she said grabbing the pen and paper placing it on the table.

They both walk to the front door silently. Mike holds the door open as Meagan walked out. Before she left she turned and looked at Mike.

Mike says, “Be careful, I don’t trust these guys”

“Because you know what you do?” Meagan said smiling.

“We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you be safe”

Why am I talking like this? I’m never the one to ask anyone about their personal life.

Meagan paused and smiled, “Its cute when you show so much concern for me” She stands on her tippy toes and kisses him on the cheek and whispers, “I will be fine”.

Meagan walks off and Mike closes the door but stands in the same spot thinking.

Meagan and I have been friends for years but just recently these uncontrollable feelings have been taking over. I want to tell her but I don’t want our relationship to change. I respect and love her; the last thing I want is to push her away. The more time I spend with her the stronger my feels get. I can’t tell anyone about this because this is just not who I am. I don’t fall in love. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’m in love with Meagan.

To Be Continued…

Drake Takes A Shot Out Of His Grammy

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Back in February, Drizzy Drake copped the Grammy for Best Rap Album for Take Care, and over the weekend he shared the exact moment, his golden gramophone finally arrived in the mail with his fans.  Even though he was in the middle of playing pool with his boys, Drake immediately poured his drink right into his award and took a couple of shots before he had his entire crew do the same. It ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none!

He then took a picture of the award with his phone to send to his mother, before having a moment of reflection, which turned into a great source of inspiration.

It just hit me right now. It’s so crazy that it’s here.  It’s just work, you know? They’re not always gonna get it. They’re not always gonna appreciate it. It just makes the victories that much sweeter.

It’s so weird. It’s like, you say you’re gonna do something and it actually happens and then it happens again and it happens again and you wonder like, does it run out? Is it the power of being young? Is it desire? Is it hunger? Even this house. I told myself I’d come here one day and see it. I own it. And this [Grammy] right here, I used to talk about it all the time. I would sit and just say — my vision always included a speech, that’s the only thing. That kind of wasn’t accurate, but other than that I always said I’d get one of these, you know, and I got it. When does it stop? Does it stop? Why is it happening?

It’s crazy to think about. It’s surreal.

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Everytime Drake speaks he says something inspirational. OnPoint!