HIS EFFECT ON ME
HIS EFFECT ON ME
***JANELLE'S POV***
It's been weeks since I last heard from Steff, my house has been so full and not fun at all.
It's not like I don't see her at school, but she keeps bullshitting me, not like I am fed up, I have to keep trying for our friendship to work.
I stood up, heading to the kitchen to prepare Jamaican rum, which was taught to me by my mum.
The thought of my mum brought tears to my eyes, I couldn't believe that my mum doesn't trust me.
It isn't like though she ever trusted me, she kinda have trust issues with everyone, I wondered how she decides to choose an outsider instead of me, her own daughter.
I was done preparing the rum, and was about heading to the sitting room, when I heard the screeching of tires outside my lodge or house, whatever.
I went to the window of my kitchen to look through so I could see whosoever came in.