AzureTearz
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 Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 4:17 am Post subject: Ivy Woods - Chapter 1-3 |
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OK, I had no intention of writing a novel, but since it's always been hard to write short things, I started this story to see where it ends up. Keep in mind that some words are spelled the way they are to convey more of what the accent sounds like, not because I don't know how to spell! =) Let me know what you think.....
Introduction
[pre:2c09924c4c]This was it, she could feel it.She couldn't take it anymore. She was tired. Tired of people making her tired, making herself tired, and just plain tired of BEING tired. School was out and the summer had just started so why not make a change? Timid, overanylitical Kyla Montgomery was ready to live a little, and this was her perfect chance. With so many opportunities begging to be part of her world, getting her feet wet wouldn't kill her. At least not yet... [/pre:2c09924c4c]
~* Chapter One *~
The spicy summer air made the curtains on the window extend their fingers all the way to the bed to tickle a pair of toes dangling off the corner.
“MOM! Aren't’t you done yet?” a shrill, high pitched voice rang out into the sleepy afternoon.
A short, mocha colored woman stepped into view from behind the shed door looking relieved. “Why? Are you in a hurry? This could be a mouse in here Kyla! It could eat me!” she yelled.
“I’M BORED IN HERE! I wanna go to Tray’s house!” Kyla yelled from the closet, struggling to pull on a pair of faded blue Mudd shorts. “What’s the point of me watching you from the second floor anyway? You wait right until I want to go somewhere to go mouse hunting! It’s probably Ms.Tibby’s cat or something.” She whined.
“Fine! Leave your old mom in the house all by herself with a whole quart of butter pecan ice cream right before my soaps come on. I’ll have a nervous break down if you don’t stay.” She said putting on her best ‘ghetto girl’ voice complete with a neck roll.
Kyla smiled at her mother’s sarcasm, drifting into the bathroom to glance at her hair before leaving. While pinning her coffee bean brown tresses into a bun, she eyed the photo of her grandmother on the wall. It was uncanny how much she and Nana Lucy looked alike; from the doleful almond shaped green eyes and clay brown complexion right down to their ‘you got to be mixed” freckles.
You’d think people wouldn't’t hate her for the Indian in her hair, the African in her curves, or the Japanese in her eyes; but thus far, it’s made many look to her with hateful eyes.
“What are you going to do at Tray’s house today Ky? Break your arm? Go play in the street? Maybe get hit by a fire truck?” Kyla’s mom asked. Being that girls always thought she was conceited from afar, she was left her whole life to play with the boys in the neighborhood, hence, she’d become a tom-boy.
“No, maybe go to Hill Crest, or play basketball or something.” Kyla replied searching in the kitchen closet for a pair of flip-flops to match the cherries on her white shirt.
“Okay, don’t do anything another sixteen year old wouldn't’t do. I got a shot gun and a shovel in that closet.” She managed over a mouthful of ice cream.
The suburbs of North Carolina were a dream for parents; low crime rate, mile long backyards and quiet so thick you could feel it on your face, but for the kids? The closest movie theater, skating rink or park was at least fifteen miles away. Lacking a driver’s license, everyone made their own entertainment there in the labyrinth of Ivy Woods.
“I’ll be back for dinner. What time you think you’ll be done?” Kyla asked, stealing the spoonful of ice cream her mother was about to eat. “Maybe about eight; we’re having curry.”
“Alright, be back later.” Kyla said kissing her mom on the forehead.
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Kyla prowled around the side of Tray’s house, concealing something behind her back. She smoothed her clothes, and kicked off her flip-flops before ringing the doorbell. Upon opening the door, Kyla reached back like a Yankee, and chucked a water balloon full of hot water directly at Tray’s chest.
“AY MAN!” he yelled, recovering from the blow.
“Girl!” Tray breathed before chasing Kyla around the side of the house, ready to douse her with his glass full of Sprite. While sprinting through the cracked privacy fence door looking backwards, Kyla bumped into something hard and landed on the sidewalk with a thud.
She opened her eyes to someone she had never seen before. That second they looked into each other’s eyes, the image of his face was plastered in her mind. Smooth chocolate skin, deep brown eyes, full goatee, and brush cut with deep waves; he looked about nineteen or so. He was stunningly appealing despite his infectious heartbreaking stare. He held by her hips there in a trance for a moment before she felt his abs ripple up against her when he rose. His six three muscular frame shocked her as he set her down on her feet again, towering over her barely 5’4 form. “Kyla, meet Rasheed, Rasheed, that’s Kyla.” Tray smiled, leaning up against the fence door, drinking the same soda he had planned on throwing in her face.
Chapter 2
The days seemed to run together as any vacation from school does, and Kyla found it hard to keep track of what day it was. She spent those days playing basketball, passing out on trampolines and falling asleep in the glow of Tray’s big screen television. Rasheed invaded her thoughts pretty often, yet pride, and her boyfriend, kept her from asking about him.
Jamel had been in Kyla’s life for about five months now, whom she had met at a basketball game before the summer started. He was a 6’1 butter pecan toned juggernaut on the court, and was what Kyla viewed as a hoe-magnet. She laughed when he would waltz down the hallway and girls would beg to touch his washboard abs or throw sexual references his way.
“Look at his dick swing in those basketball shorts girl!” someone said from behind her. Kyla was too preoccupied with searching her land-fill locker for a social studies book to look, but his close-to-perfect body never meant much to her. He was cute in a Chico Dubarge kind of way, but she didn’t give him the time of day at first.
Him and his boys would line the wall of lockers right outside of Mr. Miller's history class and wait for her to change her books. At first he just stood there like a superstar, flashing his teeth and kissing girls on the forehead like he was a red carpet veteran, but noticed that Kyla paid no attention to him. She said he occasional 'excuse me' when there were too many bodies to walk right through, but other than that, she had never breathed a word to him. Kyla set herself apart by ignoring him, and soon after, he started walking her to class, leaving love letters in her books, and even skipping basketball to come to her volleyball practices sometimes.
Their relationship was okay for the most part, but he always seemed to be on another page than her. He was always yelling about seeing her with someone else, or complaining about never giving him compliments. Despite their differences, she couldn't’t deny that he was there for her. Anything Kyla needed, he had it, and if he didn't’t, he got it. Honestly, the emotional aspect of their relationship was nonexistent. He had his moments when he could be the sweetest and interesting person but those times were few and far between. In reality, he was little more than a support system, and your average twenty minutes on the phone.
“Kyla! Jamel is here!” Kyla’s mom yelled from downstairs.
“He chooses the strangest times to pop up and never takes a minute to call first!” Kyla thought to herself walking down the stairs. This made her think that he was aiming to catch her entertaining someone else but never worked.
Kyla found Jamel sitting on a stool in the kitchen sipping on a glass of kool-aid and her mother pulling a wind-breaker out of the closet.
“Its 7:45, I’m going to the grocery store for a couple things, I’ll be back soon. Ya’ll BE GOOD” she stressed looking straight at Jamel.
“Oh you don’t gotta worry about me Ms. Montgomery. I ain't’t like that.” He said with a kool-aid mustache.
“Unhuh” she smiled, walking out of the garage door. Jamel followed Kyla to the den where they normally spent most of their time when he came over. They both plopped down on the couch tangling their limbs in each others while flipping through the channels. When the both of them settled on an episode of ‘Martin’ the door bell rang. “Wonder who that is” Kyla thought aloud, sashaying to the door. Upon opening it, two neighborhood boys, Tray and Ashton stood bare chest, sticky with sweat, swatting mosquitoes away.
“Sup kid?” Ashton spoke, leaning his head against the shirt wrapped around his shoulders.
“Nothing.” Kyla mumbled.
“Aren't’t you gonna let us in? I KNOW you got something to eat up in there!” Tray coughed. After taking a worried look down the hall, Kyla held the door open for them to come in. Even though Jamel was so into her, it didn't’t take much to get him jealous; luckily, he never caused scenes. Kyla sat on a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen watching the boys lay into boxes of Gushers, and pecan swirls from the snack cabinet.
“I can use the bathroom?” Ashton asked, crumbs falling from his lip.
“Yeah, go ahead, but be quiet. Jamel is here.” Kyla almost whispered.
“Fuck him. I gotta piss!” he garbled, almost running down the hall.
“Ya’ll still go together?” Tray asked, standing next to her.
“Yeah. I don’t know why though.” Kyla reflected, glancing down the hall again.
“If you don’t like him, why you still with his old Prince lookin’ ass?” Tray asked leaning up against the sink.
“He don’t look like Prince! You just mad because nobody likes YOU!” Kyla laughed opening a small bag of Doritos.
“Man, I only deal with grown women. He don’t got game as thorough as mine…But I ain't’t hatin’. That’s your man. I heard a couple that shave their legs together stay together.” Tray snickered.
“Whatever, you just stay over there.” Kyla said scooting her stool in the opposite direction.
“Oh you don’t wanna touch me?!” Tray smirked, hugging Kyla’s head.
“ILL!!” Kyla yelled almost falling out of her stool. Before she had a chance to wipe the funk off and stop laughing, the front door slammed.
“Your boyfriend just left” Ashton said walking in, scratching the back of his head. Kyla darted through the door to try to talk him down, but couldn't’t figure out which direction he went in. All that was outside was a few barking dogs, street lights, and mosquitoes. She stayed out there for a few moments wondering if he’d left because he was tired of waiting, or if he was eavesdropping their conversation.
~*~
“What’s wrong honey? Where’s Jamal?” Kyla’s mom asked, glancing at her with Harris Teeter bags in hand.
“That punk just left” Tray said helping put groceries away.
“I like him, but he seems like he’s moody baby, you might wanna watch out for him.”
“Aren't’t you just waiting for him to act up so we can beat his ass?” Ashton muttered next to Tray, reaching to put away a can of Spaghetti-O’s.
“I’ma beat YOUR ass, you keep cursing in my house!” momma laughed.
Chapter 3
To show his disapproval of Kyla’s friends, Jamel went a couple days without speaking to her. If he wanted to be that way over nothing, that was up to him. She didn't’t have time to argue over nothing, which happened all too often. Fresh out of the shower, Kyla heard the phone screaming upon opening the door. Goose bumps spread across her skin as she rushed to pick up the receiver, still clutching her towel.
“Hello?” Kyla managed trying to hear through the towel wrapped around her head.
“Long time no see! Where ya bin gal?” a voice boomed into her ear. Only one person had a voice that loud, with a thick ‘Miss Cleo’ accent to match; her best friend Riana. They had been on that roller-coaster friendship of theirs since kindergarten. Riana was a beautiful 5’6 volleyball player known for her long sienna legs and waist length dreads but lived up to the ‘crazy Jamaican’ reputation. Over all, she was a sweet person, yet had a shameless temper. Riana was her only female friend, and was incredibly protective therefore, many run-ins with those hateful school girls resulted in Kyla hearing about Riana going behind her back to fight them.
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“Man, so much has happened these last couple of days!” she huffed.
“Like what?” Riana asked, turning down the reggae music in the background.
“Well for one, Tray and Ashton came by yesterday when Jamel was here and I think he heard us laughing in the kitchen, so he just left.” Kyla said.
“Da boy ain't’t even say nuttin to ya?” she asked.
“No, we just heard the door slam and that’s all. When I went to go chase him down, he just disappeared. I don’t know where he went.”
“Me don know why you even deal wit da batty boy” Riana picked. Kyla smiled at the fact that she just called him gay. She never liked Jamel, and many times if she was around, he would leave. Riana made it known that she wouldn't’t hesitate to blacken his eye and “not tink twice ‘bout it.”
“I don’t think we’ll be together much longer at the rate were going. He gets mad too easily.” Kyla admitted.
“You got ya eye on another man don’t ya gal?!” Riana giggled.
“I was at Tray’s house a while back and ran into a dude named Rasheed.” She blurted out before Riana had even finished her sentence. As Kyla relayed all the details about that day to her friend, she wracked her brain trying to figure out why someone that had never once spoken to her leaked into her everyday life so easily. She was curious about everything when it came to him, and just wanted to know what role he’d play in her life, like she does with everyone she’s ever met. Just when Kyla and Riana’s conversation was coming to an end, call waiting came in.
“Hey RI, can you hold on? I got a beep.”
“Just call me back, I gotta take a shower.” Riana sighed.
“No wait, the boys might be calling to ask what I’m doing, and I know you don’t wanna spend the whole day in the house.” Kyla explained.
“Go on gal!” Riana said, turning the water on in the background.
“Man I know this girl better pick up this phone!” someone said after Kyla clicked over.
“I JUST DID! Who is this?” Kyla boomed, trying to recognize the number on the caller I.D.
“Dang girl calm down! It’s Rell. What’chu doin?”
“Oh, nothing. I was about to get dressed. Why, what you doin?”
“Well everybody went home to take a shower cuz' we just finished ballin, but we might do something when they get back.” Rell informed her.
“Who exactly are you talking about?” Kyla asked timidly.
“All of us, and that new dude Rasheed. I just met him the other day, he just moved here from up north. He’s cool as hell.” He said.
“Okay, I might come by. If I do, I’ll bring Riana with me.”
“Shit, you can send her fine ass by herself!” Rell snickered.
“Bye!” Kyla yelled into the receiver, clicking over.
“Girl! He’s there! Hurry up and get dressed and come over here, he’ll be at Rell’s house!” Kyla almost shrieked.
“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” She replied and with that, Kyla slammed the phone down and almost broke her closet door flinging it open so fast. There was no way she was going to be around Rasheed without looking as cute as she possibly could.[/pre] |
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