Fast Life
Authors: Cassandra Carter
Fast Life
When I found out that I would have to come up with a dedication page, I immediately thought to myself, “Who in the world am I going to dedicate this to?” I didn't write this for a particular person, nor does it really relate to or uplift anyone I know. Then I came up with the brilliant idea to dedicate it to myself. Now, before you get carried away, let me explain. I'm not being conceited. When I say “myself,” I mean more or less those out there who are
like
me. I am addressing any young Womanâor man for that matterâwho has dreams as big as the world itself and is determined to somehow make them a reality. I want to show them that no matter how many people tell youâ
you can't achieve it, you're not good enough, it's not possible
âand just however many “haters” you come across, they can't hold you down. (Shout-out and kisses to my haters! Without them, where would I be?)
I dedicate this book to all the kids who have ever felt out of place or stood alone and apart from the clique; those who have gone through it time and time again but still manage to keep it moving; to those who sometimes feel like it's them against the world; and to all those about their business at a young age, steadily on a mission to rise to the top. This is for you!
I want to acknowledge my mother, Susan, who has worked her hardest to pull us through all the rough times faced by our two-person family. You have loved and been there for me from the day I was born. I truly couldn't ask for a better mother or friend. Love ya lots.
My “Mom-Mom” (grandmother), Sandra, who has always believed in me and supported me in any of my endeavors, and is always willing to lend a helping hand. You recognized my talent and are so genuinely passionate that I get out here to make my mark on the world. I also wish to thank you for turning me on to my artistic side. Ever since I can remember you have had a strong hand in introducing me to art and things of the spiritual sort.
To my “Pop-Pop” (grandfather): We seem to be growing closer with everyyear that passes. Thank you for all your wisdom and generosity, and I love you.
To my cousins Nicci, Amanda and BJ, whom I have practically grown up with and consider more like my siblings than my cousins. I love you all.
To my aunts, who are ever so loving and are such a trip (not to mention they spoil me rotten), Lori and Lena. I love you, as Aunt Lori would say, “whole bunchies.”
To my uncle Stu, who has worked with me throughout this entire process and who took my work seriously, even at my age. To have your approval and you behind me on this meant a lot, because I know you don't sugarcoat anything for anyone! Thank you so much for keeping it real and seeing such promise in me.
To Ms. “Why,” aka Ms. Wojtowicz: You are the best of the best, and anyone who has ever had the privilege of having you as a teacher knows this! I know I'll never have another teacher like you. Thank you for seeing my potential and being there for me as a friend as well as a wonderful teacher!
And finally to all of those whom I may have forgotten to mention who have inspired me, supported me, believed in me, guided me along throughout life and are reading this now! Thank you, and I am truly grateful!
F
ive, four, three, two, one, brrring!
The bell sounded, signifying the end to another day at John Marshall Metropolitan High School. Kyra Jones snatched her black Jan Sport backpack off the floor and rushed out of the classroom into the crowded halls.
Finally, the day is over! Thank God! 'Cause I swear, if I had to walk to one more class in these shoes my feet would fall off. Damn Manolos! I knew I shouldn't have worn these to school, let alone bought 'em, period. But damn, they're settin' off this new pink shearling my baby Kai picked up for me on his run to Detroit last weekend. Plus, they're the real Manolos. None of that fake Steve Madden these broke-ass girls 'round here be rockin'âas if nobody don't know they ain't real. But you say that, they swear otherwise. They be havin' the nerve to try and stare me down, too, peepin' all extraclose tryin' to see if mines is real. But they already know the deal. They steady tryin' to lessen my rep as the hottest chick, even though this is only my second year here. But everyone knows that Makai and I are king and queen. We run this. I mean, Kai, for one, is geared and stays holdin'
stacks. Not to mention he is sexy as hell! He got that whole sexy-thug thing goin' for him. I know any chick in here would love to get their hands on what's mine. Every chick want him, and everybody else wanna be like him. But I don't trip. He never cheated. Our love is real. And as far as everybody else goes, I don't worry, 'cause I know Kai can handle his. There are little whispers and whatnot, but no one ever dares to step. No use. They would be laid back down automatically.
But don't get me wrongânot everyone stay hatin'. I got my two best friends: Natasha, who is cool as hell and been down with me since kindergarten, and Mercedes, who probably done hooked up with the whole varsity basketball team and their daddies but is still cool. And well, Kai, he got his li'l crew, Reggie and them. They're high rollers, too. But none of them are anythin' like my baby Kai. As for all the haters, I just brush 'em off. A chick like me got more important stuff to worry about. They're just tryin' to catch me slippin', which even in these four-inch heels ain't happenin'
.
Kyra made her way through the crowd, holding in the urge to grimace from the pain in her feet and from the thought of the D minus she had gotten on her biology test. She knew her mom would have plenty to say about that. She always did.
As she stood at her locker putting away her books, a pair of big, warm hands slipped around her slim waist. Accompanied by the scent of Curve for Men cologne, that meant only one thing: Makai.
“Damn, baby. That shearling is bangin',” he whispered into her ear from behind.
“Yeah, my man got it for me,” Kyra boasted with a smile.
“Who's your man? Do I know 'im?”
“Well⦔ She began her reply as she turned around to stare into his eyes. “Everyone knows him. He's about six feet, light-skinned, hazel eyes, keeps his hair in braids, got a killa smile with some luscious lips. He stay fly, too. He's sexy with his.”
“Oh, I'm sexy wit' mines, huh?” Kai smirked.
“Hell yeah.”
Makai leaned in and pushed Kyra up against her locker and kissed her. Engrossed in each other, they were unfazed by passersby. That was until Natasha came and interrupted them.
“Ahem! Ahem! Excuse me.
Excuse me!
” Natasha loudly announced her presence while tapping her friend's shoulder to get her attention. “Sorry to interrupt y'all's li'l make out session, but Kyra, are we still hittin' up the mall or what? We need to get those 'fits for the Black and White Party.”
“Girl, we got plenty of time! That party is on Friday, and it's only Monday. Damn. This better be the biggest party of the year like everybody been sayin' for the past three months.”
“I didn't ask for all that mouth. You wanna say everything but give me an answer. So what's it gon' be?”
“We can go after school onâ¦hmmmâ¦Wednesday, okay? Is that okay, baby? 'Cause you know I'm gonna need you to hook me up with some cash,” Kyra said, her voice sounding innocent as she addressed her boyfriend.
“You know I gotchu, girl. Don't I always take care of you?” He angled her chin as he spoke and addressed her while looking deeply into her eyes. “You know I have to make sure my baby is rollin' fly through that party. You're gonna be the sexiest chick in there. No doubt,” he added, and followed up with a peck on the lips.
“
Second
sexiest,” Natasha piped up.
“Whateva!”
“
Anyways,
I'm gonna get going. But do me a favor?”
“
What,
Tasha?” Kyra's patience was wearing thin, and it was clear that she was annoyed by her friend's interruption. She was more than eager to return to her previous activity.
“Get your grumpy ass some before we go, 'cause you're not rollin' with me acting like this.” Her joke lingered as she hustled down the hall.
“Girl, shut your mouth!” Kyra half hollered, half laughed at her best friend. Natasha was known to be a trip sometimes.
“So are you ready to go, baby girl?” Makai had Kyra's undivided attention with those simple words before they headed down the hallway toward the exit.
The chilling Chicago wind whipped at Kyra's face and seeped through her clothes as she rushed to Makai's new red Cadillac Escalade sitting in the parking lot.
Makai was steadily coming up, and his role in the game was becoming more evident with each day that passed. He had a car so expensive that most people ten years his senior couldn't afford the monthly payments, let alone buy one outright. He didn't even have his license.
Kyra settled into the warm black leather interior and watched him navigate the Escalade. She studied him as he lit up a black cigar and leaned far back in his seat. His hat was so low she could hardly see his hazel eyes. Her gaze traveled down to his red T-shirt and his dark, baggy jeans all the way to his matching red Timbs. He was just so gangsta with his, and she loved it. She loved him.
As the car pressed on, Kyra was momentarily distracted when she saw a familiar-looking girl a little ways down the street. She was in the company of a tall, lanky boy. Kyra could see from a distance that he didn't have heavy pockets. Not at all.
When Makai pulled closer, she put a name with the face of the young woman. It was Mercedes, with a man by her side, as usual. It was rare to see her without one. Kyra rolled down her window and motioned for Makai to slow the car down.
“Mercedes! Call me later! I see you pimp!”
She rolled the window back up and sat back in her seat, laughing hysterically as they made their way down the street.
“Wasn't that that LaMonte walking witcha girl?” Makai asked, glancing over at his girlfriend, who continued to laugh.
“Yes! Ugh! What is she thinkin'? He is so
ugly!
And look, it's freezin' outside, and her ass is walkin' 'cause he's too broke to buy himself a ride. He look like he got beat with the ugly stick, like he
stole
somethin'.” Kyra was almost in tears from laughing so hard.
“You crazy as hell, I swear,” Kai said, now laughing a little himself.
“That girl always got a man. Just last week she was wit' Andre, and now she's with LaMonte already,” Kyra said. “Chick just be runnin' through 'em.”
“You know my nigga Reggie hit that, too. Sorry to say, but your girl is a ho,
H-O
. Why do you even hang wit her?” Kai asked. “I don't want you to get a bad rep 'cause of the nasty stuff she be doin'.”
“I mean, I'ma let her do her thing. Who am I to judge what she do? That's my peoples.” Kyra did her best to defend her friendship with Mercedes.
“I feel you, I guess,” Makai said while turning up his stereo system. They continued to roll with the music blasting until they reached a red light. Makai calmly turned the black knob, decreasing the volume from his custom-made speakers. Then he fell back, relaxing deep in his seat as he stared over at Kyra.
“What?” She let out a giggle in response. She knew what that look meant, but playing dumb made it all that much more exciting. It was too tempting for her not to play hard to get.
“Girl, you know what's up. Don't play wit' me.” Makai's tone was seductive as he licked his lips. That was one thing he knew never failed to turn her on.
“Let's go to my crib. My ma won't be home until seven or somethin'.”
“A'ight, cool.” He blew the gray smoke from his nostrils and extinguished the black in the ashtray as he pulled off from the light.
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“Damn!” Kyra huffed in disappointment at the sight of her mother's blue Jeep Cherokee in the driveway of her home. Their plans were ruined nearly as quickly as they'd been made.
“It's cool, baby girl. Some other time.”
“But Kai, it's been
so long
. I really want to,” she whined.
“Shit is gonna be really busy this week. But I'll see what I can do, a'ight?”
“Yeah.” Kyra couldn't hide her disappointment as he leaned in for another kiss.
“Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
After a few more quick pecks, Kyra grabbed her backpack and headed into the house. As soon as she set foot in the door, she slipped off her shoes and let her bag fall to the floor. She hadn't even had a chance to sit down when her mother burst into the room with a smile spread wide across her face.
“Hey, baby doll! I've been waiting for you to get home! I have some great news! You will never believe it!”
“What happened?” Kyra asked, never one for guessing games. She never had the time or the patience.
“I got the promotion!” Geneva Jones shrieked as she took a seat next to her daughter.
“That's cool, Mom. Congratulations,” Kyra said, her voice uncaring.
“Wait. That's not all! Mr. Reynolds, the man that owns Allerton Crowne Plaza, wants me to be the
head
accountant at the new resort they opened on Providenciales! The company is going to cover nearly all of our travel and moving expenses!”
She waited for her daughter to respond, but Kyra just looked confused. Geneva could feel things taking a turn for the worse.
“Hold up. Where is Provincies?”
“It's
Providenciales,
and it's on a small Caribbean island! We're going to be living on an island! Can you believe it? We even have us a little house on Prince Paul Island just waiting for us, furnished and all!”
“But I thought you just saidâ”
“Oh, and Prince Paul! Let me tell you! It's just this cute little island where people who work on Providenciales live. I even have some pictures, if you want to see.” She was rambling on as she shuffled the photographs in front of Kyra. “Isn't it gorgeous?”
Kyra didn't look at the pictures. She just sat completely still, unable to move. Her mother had to be joking. She couldn't be serious. Before Kyra had a chance to speak, a screaming teakettle interrupted their conversation.
“Oh, let me get that.” Her mother disappeared into the kitchen. Within seconds, Kyra followed close on her heels, entering just in time to see her mother pour hot water into a mug and drop in a tea bag. Geneva began stirring the tea and gently blowing on it to cool it down, barely acknowledging her daughter's presence.
“So are you tellin' me that we're movin'?” Kyra asked. She was emotionless as she stood in the kitchen. Her feet refused to go any farther. As her mind began to turn, she found it difficult to function.
“Yup!” The excitement still hadn't left her mother's voice.
“You're jokin', right?” Kyra managed a weak laugh, hoping her mother would say yes, and burst into laughter. She just had to hear her say that they weren't
really
moving, that it was all a joke. But things like that never happened.
“No, I'm not joking, silly! We have to be packed by Thursday. Our flight is early Friday morning. It shouldn't be so bad with packing, because we aren't taking any furniture. This stuff is so old anyway.” Her mother took a moment to sip her tea.
“Man, what? Friday? You mean
this
Friday, as in the day of the Black and White Party?”
“Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I forgot all about that. But just think, by Friday night you will be in the Caribbean! You won't even be worried about that little party. I know I can't wait.” Her mother seemed unaware of the change in her emotions. But Kyra could no longer contain her feelings. Even if her mother was blind, she could still hear.
“It's the biggest party of the year, Mom! I've been tellin' you all about it for the past, what, three months! I have to be there! And besides, what am I gonna do about my friends? Makai? School? What about Chi-town, period!” Kyra panicked as her anger slowly grew.
