Ishaa Sohail Esch

By: I scramble throughout the streets trying to find someone or something to help me understand where I am. One minute I was talking to Skeetah about our dog China and the next I find myself in an area that I have never been in before. My hair was sticking to my face because of the humidity and balls of sweat were dripping down my face.

As I wander I see a couple bickering. The girl has gorgeous curly hair that covers her face and long tan legs. She looks as if she's been crying, her mascara's been smudged, her big, chocolate brown eyes are red and puffy, and her voice keeps shaking whenever she talks. The boy rolls his eyes every single time she speaks. He's tall and muscular. 

All of a sudden, I hear her scream, "WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME? WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU NOT BELIEVE ME?"

"IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A WHORE THAT'S WHY THE BABY ISN'T MINE! YOU'VE BEEN SCREWING AROUND WITH OTHER GUYS!"

"NO I HAVEN'T! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT I'VE EVER BEEN WITH!"

In that moment, it dawned on me that I had been in this exact same position before. I had realized that Manny was not good for me. 

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