Rye McMillan, Jr.
I watched Emily walk away, my eyes fixed on her. Her hair was waving with each step she took, and her walk was smooth, her hips swaying back and forth. She looked so sexy. I swallowed as she disappeared from my sight.
I opened the plastic bag and took out a ham sandwich and a bottle of orange juice. I looked at it and felt my stomach grumble. But I couldn't eat. My mind was still on my father.
After what happened, I didn't know what would happen to me. I'm now just a trust fund baby. What would my father think of me now? Did I disappoint him? Did I let him down? Did I disappoint myself?
My throat tightened, and I felt my eyes sting. I rubbed them and took a deep breath to calm myself down. I can't afford to lose it. I can't afford to cry. I looked back at the plastic
