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: 7
Thinking she was going to spend her day relaxing upon her return home, instead, she found herself dealing with the vandalism of her car. All of the windows were busted and the tires had been stripped. At least they were thoughtful enough to sit it on bricks. She knew she didn’t live in the best of neighborhoods, but had no idea it was that rough.
She spent that day and the next surfing for quotes. Sure, her insurance paid for it, but she still had to come up with a $1,000 deductible, which she didn’t have. She refused to move back home with her mother and simply could not afford to live outside of the city.
“Hey! I made it home safely.”
“That’s good. I was about to put an APB out on you. You all right? You sound funny?”
“I’m just tired of this shit.”
“Whoa, what are you talking about? It must be bad if you cursing.”
Fatima chuckled a little. “My car was broken into.”
“Wow. That’s messed up. I’m sorry about that. Did they take anything valuable?”
“No, I didn’t have anything in there.”
“That’s so fucked up. I hate thieves.”
“Me too. But anyway, I gotta come up with some money to pay this high ass deductible so I can get it fixed. Then, find a safe place for me and my baby to move to.”
There was a brief silence.
“My offer still stands.”
“Ty, come on. You want me to just up and leave and move down there with you?”
“Uh, yeah. What’s wrong with that?”
“You don’t even know me.”
“So what. I can get to know you.”
Fatima’s wheels turned as she contemplated this not so bad idea.
“What else you got going on up there anyway?” Ty continued.
“I got a good job, with benefits. It would take time for me to find a job there.”
“Girl, with your skills, you can find a job easy.” Ty assured.
“Stop thinking of shit. A’int nothing else to think about. You live in a fucked up neighborhood. You don’t have a man, or a girlfriend. What’s holding you back?”
“No you didn’t say girlfriend.” Fatima laughed.
Ty laughed, too. “I’m just saying. I can take care of y’all until you find a job here. Give where you working at now your two weeks notice and come on.”
Fatima was beginning to see the bigger picture. “The weather is beautiful there. And the people are much nicer there than they are here in Detroit.”
“And you know this, maannnnn.” Ty said in her best Chris Tucker impression.
Ty’s voice went up an octave. “Ok what?”
“Ok, I’ll move to Georgia. We’ll move to Georgia.”
“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“Wait a minute, does Graig know?”
“He will when I tell him.”
“Do you think he’ll mind?”
“I don’t care if that nigga does or not. This is my house, too.”
Fatima felt a sense of uneasiness wash over her, but was speedily reassured by Ty’s confidence that everything would be ok.