Keep in mind this is a work in progress. Which means, there’s no heavy editing whatsoever. My goal is to reach 50,000 words by November 30th. Bottom line, it’s about quantity not quality…(NaNoWriMo’s quote). I will be randomly posting excerpts, which may or may not be in sequential order to the previous post. I hope you enjoy, and please continue to leave your feedback. Thanks!
Tired of the blight in their neighborhoods, three girls relocate to a small town in sunny Georgia, where the people are happy and always friendly…until secrets are revealed and true identities are exposed.
0 Very frustrated
1 Ready to shoot computer
2 Shocked at what’s written
4 Watching TV
5 Logical & Calm
6 Working at novel
TODAY, MINE IS: 6
A little bit about this scene: Fatima and Dominique go to Georgia to visit their best friend Mesha, who picks them up from the airport. This is the car ride to Mesha’s place.
Before they could reach the car, Mesha was running to them with open arms.
“Group hug!” They all said in unison.
“Come on. Come on. Let’s get y’all bags in the car and go. The ride from here to Augusta is two hours.”
Mesha took their bags and placed them in the trunk. She walked over to the driver side door before noticing both Fatima standing with her arms crossed and Dominique with her hands on her hips.
“What are y’all doing? Why are y’all just standing there?”
“Um, I know I’m not into cars, but this don’t look like no damn Mustang to me.” Fatima exclaimed as she pointed at the 2-door sky blue and rust Chevy Cavalier.
“My man got my car,” Mesha gloated.
Fatima and Dominique looked at each other then said, “Here we go!”
Fatima crawled in the back seat and lay down. Dominique, who was almost 6ft tall, slid the passenger seat as far back as it could go, leaving little room for Fatima to sit upright.
“Comfy?” Fatima asked sarcastically.
“Why, yes, I am,” Dominique matched her tone.
They headed east on I-20 and I-520. Fatima slid off her thick jogging pants and balled them up on the seat next to her. She was now wearing a tank top and short shorts.
“Take it off!” Dominique and Mesha chanted while fist-pumping.
“Y’all are so crazy,” Fatima giggled.
“I am so happy y’all are here,” Mesha screeched in a high-pitched tone as she wiggled.
“Me too. We’re gonna have some fun!” Dominique high-fived Mesha.
Fatima had her palm up, but it went unrecognized until she said, “Um, hello? Please don’t leave me hanging.”
“Oh, shoot, my bad,” Mesha stretched her arm back as far as she could to meet Fatima’s neglected hand.
“Yeah, my bad, dawg.” Dominique gave her a half-assed slap.
“Anyhoo, before I forget, um, whose damn car is this?”
“Riiggghtt!” Dominique chimed in.
“A’int y’all some ungrateful bitches,” Mesha looked at Dominique then through the rearview at Fatima.
“No, don’t get me wrong, WE are grateful. Right MiMi?”
“I’m just wondering, I mean, we’re just wondering where is that oh so precious, candy apple red Mustang with the rims?” Fatima teased and impersonated Mesha’s voice.
Dominique was laughing hysterically. “You sound just like her, too.”
Mesha shook her head. “Y’all need to quit. An..y..way, this is my dad’s friend’s car.”
“Yo daddy got a friend?” Fatima asked.
“Not like that. They’re just roommates. She knew I had to pick y’all up, so she said I can use her car since my boo had to go to work for a few hours.”
Dominique placed her hand on her forehead. “Oh lord. We’re not gonna have to hear this for a whole week are we?”
“I know right,” Fatima concurred.
“What?” Mesha acted totally oblivious. “I don’t say nothing when y’all speak on y’all men. Oh, wait, I forgot…y’all a’int got no man.” Mesha was laughing with a party of one.
“So…you think that shit is funny?” Dominique said with a straight face.
“Yeah, I kinda do, actually. Remember growing up how you and Tima used to get all the boys?”
“That’s because we were fine,” Fatima interjected.
“And fast,” Dominique added and she and Fatima gave each other dap.
“Well, it looks to me like y’all wells have dried up.” Mesha said as a matter of fact.
“And you’re saying this because…” Fatima rolled her wrist, hoping that would spark a logical answer from Mesha’s lips.
“Because, look how the tables have turned. You and MiMi would clown me for not having a boyfriend and being a virgin until after high school. Look where waiting got me.”
“Girl, please. Believe me, if I wanted a controlling man to tell all my whereabouts, I could get one. Trust!” Dominique waited for Mesha’s response.
“Ok. Keep telling yourself that.” Mesha said quickly before changing the subject. “Me and my boo are having a get together later on tonight. Nothing major, just a few of our close friends. He’s so excited to meet y’all.”
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Girl you are doing the damn thang i love keep it coming
Thanks Stef!! Stay tuned!!