So remember when I went to that stupid job interview with that woman at that psychic thing, that was complete bullshit but I went for the culture BEFORE I went to Tampa for Jahseh? Yes, so I got the job.

I don't even know the woman's name, she look look like she'd have a fictional character's name, like Hermione from Harry Potter. I'll just call her that until she tells me.

But back to the job, after we had all gotten home from Tampa, Hermione had called me and told me she saw the news and had thought of me. She said she wanted me to come in and tell her about my PsYcHiC AbiLitIeS.

Being able to tell events before they happen doesn't mean you're a psychic. It just means you're a really good guesser, and I am a really good guesser.

But anyway, Jahseh said that this would be good for me and because I've been denied so many jobs because of my face tattoos are criminal record, this is especially a win. So for Jahseh, I'm going to be a psychic. Today is my first day.

So I walk into this place, right? It smells like eggnog and gay sex. I don't even know what this woman was whippin', but it stank, to be honest. But that's not what was crazy bout today though.

"Kimetrius! You came in." She said excitedly coming over to me and giving me a cheek to cheek kiss.

"Yes, Hermione, I said I was broke." I said .

"How'd you know my name was Hermione? I not recall ever introducing myself." She says. She then waves it off and smiles before I could answer, "Oh it doesn't matter, you probably figured it out on your own."

She leads me into a colorful room where there's a lot of posters of famous psychics and there's a small table with chairs on the opposite ends of it. As I walked into the room, I see where the gay sex and eggnog smell is emulating.

"This is where you'll be." She says.

"Why does it smell like ass?"

"It doesn't smell, I just sprayed air freshener before you came." She says.

"So I gotta stay in the bootyhole room, for how long?"

"Like 8 hours. 6 on a slow day." She says.

"Do people even often come here? The fuck do they ask for when they get here?"

"Kimetrius, they ask you to tell them their future."

"But what if I can't?"

"I wouldn't have called you back if you couldn't. I know you can, you saved your friend after all." She says smiling.

"Anyways. You can see for today how you like it, fee free to decline the job position if you want but I hope you do stay."

Yes, of course I'll stay, I need the money. She turns to go do whatever she was doing before I came and left me in the ass room.

"I will...Hermione?" I said.

"Yes?" She answered.

"How much do I make?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. A lot."

"Don't you own this place? What do you mean you don't know."

"I don't own this place. I'm a supervisor, our boss is here like once or twice a month. You're really lucky if you see him around. He sends the checks in the mail when it's pay day. The amount varies." She explains.

"What's the most you've gotten?"

"Well I'm not one of the psychics here like you, but for interviews and being a receptionist, the most he's payed me was 300."

"Hold on, bitch." I said. "You got 300 dollars for just sitting here and greeting people that come in?"

She nods, "Yes. Imagine how much you're gonna get if you're a psychic. A real one hopefully, previous employees gave us bad reviews."

"What's the rating?"

"Half of a Star." She says rolling her eyes. I burst out laughing because Stokeley's bartending manager, Dimitri owns a bar with bartenders that don't know how to bartend and has the same rating. It probably went to no stars, I'll be surprised if it's gone up to a full star.

"Why are you laughing? That's devastating. Half of one star? I didn't even know that could happen." She says.

"Because my friend, Dimitri has a bar that has half a star." I said. Her eyes widened and she tilted her head, "You know Dimitri? He's the one who owns this place. He's the boss."

So this man owns a BAR with BARTENDERS that can't BARTEND. Then he owns a PSYCHIC SHOP with people that AREN'T PSYCHICS. Dimitri is sus, and he says he's gay but his big forehead ass isn't gay.

"This man spends his money on bullshit. The employees down at his shit bar are my friends also."

"Oh, what a small world." She says smiling. "I need to go visit his bar and get a drink. Do you know any of their popular drinks?" She asks.

"Oh yeah. Their margaritas..uh may zing. I really spend 15 dollars on that shit. And the half peeled lemon, out of this world." I said sarcastically. I guess she was really taking me serious. The ability to detect sarcasm in humans is going to waste.

"Did you read the note I gave you?"

"What note?"

"Jahseh..do you ever read any of the notes I give you?"

"Oh, you mean the healing is time, time is something something, note?"

"Time is healing, healing takes time, Yes."

"Yeah I read it."

"Did you..think about it? About what it means?"

"Nah, I threw that shit in the recycling bin."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "You're by far the hardest person to deal with right now." She says.

"How come?" I asked.

"How come? The reason you're here is to heal yourself and acknowledge your pains, you're ignoring everything." She says.

"Yeah, I know..I just..I just don't care." I said laughing. She looked at me unamused, making me laugh even more.

"Jahseh, pull yourself together, and tell me about something you're concerned about or anything interesting that has happened, how are you doing." She says crossing over her legs.

"Okay, okay. Uh, Stokeley finally learned how to properly make a margarita after I taught him."

"Jahseh."

"What? That's exciting news! Stoke has been working in that job for months and hasn't made a single drink right."

"I know that's exciting news, but I need more exciting news, like I need to know how you're doing, and what's on your mind."

"Okay..well. After our last session, Stokeley gave me one of Kentrell's necklaces."

"The one you're wearing right now?" She says pointing it out.

"Yes."

"How did it make you feel when you got it?"

"I was really happy, I learned that my uncle had requested to give it to me. I thought that maybe he'd want to keep all of his sons possessions, but it was really selfless of him to give it to me."

"He seems like a good man." She says writing something down, "Anything else? You told me you live with you're friend, Kim. How's that currently?"

"I love Kim. He's slowly getting back on his feet and it's great that he's trying."

"You said he was in jail for smuggling cocaine." She said.

"Yes ma'am."

"How's his journey to sobriety going?"

"Great for all I know. I pray to god he's not doing it behind my back."

"And what if he was?"

"I would actually beat his ass." I said

"Jahseh, don't do that."

"Okay, I probably wouldn't beat him, but I'd be very disappointed. I know Kim won't do that, he's already made it this far."

"Good to know. Now, about your bestf- or I mean, your frenemy, Miles. How is that?"

"Haven't spoken to each other since the funeral."

"Why don't you talk to him first then?"

"This is his mistake, he's the one who needs to fix it. I shouldn't need to be the one fixing everybody's problems when I obviously have plenty on my plate that I can handle."

"Jahseh-"

"No. I've done to many things over the past couple months, like getting stalked and harassed by Shayaa, having to physically beat him when I first moved, then after that, I was fucking kidnapped by Jefferey, kept there for like a week or two, I don't even remember any events leading up to it. I just remember going to sleep and waking up, and Stokeley having to come get me. Then after that, which was recently, me putting my cousins and a friend in danger because of my problems that I have been running away and letting to pile, has costed me almost 2 lives. Then after getting out of a toxic relationship and jumping into another and losing a friend. Can't you see that I am full of it? I can't fix anything in my life without fucking up."

"Jahseh, I understand that you feel that every situation that you endure it's just more pain and problems to you. You're probably the hardest person I've had to deal with and I know you hate it but that's why I schedule to see you more. I never write notes or schedule extra days to anyone else."

"As a therapist, I'm trained to know what advice to give to any situation. I'm suppose to sugar coat it. If I did what I'm supposed to do, your life would go to shit. If I had done anything I was ever trained to do, my sister and I wouldn't be as close as we are today so this is what I want you to do."

"I know this isn't what you want to do, but please, for you and your friends sake, talk to him. Even if you and him end up butting heads, it's better you tried and got something out of him." She finishes.

"You don't understand." I said.

"I'm trying. You care about him, you barely spend time talking about what Jefferey and Shayaa did to you and your peers because you're selfless, and put other people first. That's what's helping you up, and that's what's also bringing you down. You have to think about yourself, but also think about what someone might want from you. Yes, Miles is a bitch for not hitting you up and asking if you're alright, and I am a bitch for turning on you a little, but it's all part of me trying to understand you." She explains. I sigh, because I honestly don't know what else to do.

"Jahseh, you want to save your friendship with Miles right?"

"Yes. I do."

"Then please. Talk to him." As much as I don't want to, I know I have to. My bestfriend Miles is a slow troll, I know that I would have to be the one to make it easier for him. But I love Miles, and I don't want our friendship to end over something stupid.

I nodded, "I will. I will talk to him before the next time we see each other. I promise." I said.

"Okay, Thank you Jahseh. I'm afraid our time is now overdue, but I'm glad we had this talk." She says.

She starts writing something, "You remember my name?" She says finishing what she's writing and folding it.

"Yes. What does the S stand for?" I asked.

She smiles an hands me the piece of paper, "Solange."

"Oh that's..a really beautiful name."

"Yeah, but I kinda wish I had my sisters name. Oh and I can call you Jah right?" She says.

"I don't mind. Everyone calls me Jah."

My whole thought on Solange has changed now. I used to not be able to stand her, but now I feel she's going to be one of the core people in my life currently. I finally leave and wait until I get home before I go to open the piece of paper. I was going to open it when Kim barged into the house, making me jump.

"Jahseh!" Kim says.

"Hi, Kim. What's up."

He starts breathing hard and closes the door behind him before making his way over to me.

"So at work, Hermione told me about how much psychics usually make and how she's a fucking receptionist and makes 300 dollars or more. Then-"

"Hermione? Like Hermione from Harry Potter?"

"No, the bosses name is Hermione but that's not the point! The place where I'm supposed to read futures and bullshit, the room smelled like ass but I dismissed it, you know. And then we were talking about the boss of the whole store right? I thought it was her but TURNS OUT it's Dimitri! He owns the psychic shop and that FUCK ASS BAR with the shit margaritas."

"Hold on, Dimitri, Stokeley's boss, owns a bar AND. A psychic shop?" I asked

"Yes!"

"What's the rating?" I asked.

"Half a star. HALF A STAR!" Kim exclaims while dramatically running upstairs. "What kind of place has half a fucking star."

I chuckled. When Kim leaves, I'm going to miss him so much.

I finally get a chance to open the note,

Sometimes the best path, isn't the easiest.

- S. Knowles

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