JaylaAs cliche as it sounds, I hate parties. Especially the ones that include my parents or relatives, because the moment I know that there will be relatives at a party, I know what is going to go down. But it's not like you can really turn the party offer down with it's your own birthday."Oh my God! Is that you, Jayla? Wow! It's been so long!" My aunt, Martha, gushes as she squeezes me in one of her bone-crushing hugs. "Awww, look at you, getting demonstrations already. You have grown up so much!" What the fuck are you talking about, woman? You just saw me last week, and the only thing I have managed to grow within that interval is the hair on my legs which I shaved earlier today."So where is your mate?" she asks, her eyes darting around.She knows I haven't found my mate but she still likes to ask every time just to rub it in. She's a little bit of a bitch sometimes."Haven't found one yet," I whisper lowly, the disappointment and sadness evi
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