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Authors: Ni-Ni Simone

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A Discussion with the Author
What do you like most about being an author?
 
What I like most is that I can bring all of my dreams to life. If I want to be a singer, a dancer, or a rapper then I can be. The world on paper is limitless. But I couldn't do it without my education. And no, I'm not a walking afterschool special, but I do keep it real. I know I couldn't write books without paying attention in my English classes and when it came to the literary contracts, math was useful too—LOL.
 
 
What is one of the best things you've ever done?
 
Uhmmm, okay, dump a boy who didn't treat me like a lady. I had to let him know he had me twisted.
 
 
Name one of the worst things you've ever done?
 
Date a boy I didn't like.
 
 
Who's your favorite rapper?
 
You know it's Bow Wow.
 
 
Who's your favorite famous couple?
 
Beyoncé and Jay–Z, they are so hot!
 
 
What's your favorite TV show?
 
Actually I have two:
Run's House
and Keyshia Cole's reality show
The Way It Is
. Oh, and
Flavor of Love
. Wait, wait, oh yeah, BET's
Hell Date
.
I Love New York
is the bomb, too. And I do have two oldies but goodies,
Good Times
and
Little House on the Prairie
. What, chile please can you say J.J. and Nelly Olsen? I know that was more than two.
 
 
What lesson do you want readers to learn from
Shortie Like Mine
?
 
To never doubt yourself and to know that the sky is the limit.
Stay tuned for Toi McKnight's story,
IF I WAS YOUR GIRL,
available in October 2008 wherever books are sold.
Until then, satisfy your craving
with the following excerpt.
 
ENJOY!
 
 
 
 
 
“
T
his is my jam, right here!” I screamed as we drove down Bergen Street with the sounds of Playaz Circle's “Duffle Bag Boy” blasting from the car into the street. We'd just left the Hot 97 King Of Rap concert at the Prudential Center and were still high from the night's festivities.
“Girl, did you see how Lil' Wayne was looking at me?” my sister, Seven, said as she danced in the back seat.
“You lying, Seven,” Tay laughed, as she drove down the street, looking at Seven in the rearview mirror. “You know Weezie was lookin' at me.”
“I know y'all ain't on my baby daddy!” I stopped singing long enough to chime in.
“Girl, please,” Seven snapped. “You got enough baby daddies!”
We all laughed as I turned up the volume and started singing again. “
I ain't nevah ran from a damn thing and I damn sure ain't 'bout to pick today to start runnin'.”
As I threw my arms in the air, Tay said, “Toi, ain't that Quamir's truck?” She pointed across Rector Street.
I looked at the tags on the black Escalade. “Hell, yeah.” I turned the music down.
“And ain't that Shanice's house?” Seven asked. “I thought he stopped messing with her.”
“We don't know if that's her house,” I snapped defensively. “You always jumping to conclusions.”
Tay looked at me out the corner of her eyes, “You need to stop frontin'.” She spat, “you know that's where the skeezer lives.” Tay had double parked in the street, next to Quamir's truck. “Now the questions is, what you gon' do about it?”
“Nothin',” Seven jumped in. “You don't bring it to nobody else's spot.” She sucked her teeth. “If anything we can slice his tires and bounce.”
“Slice his tires?!” Tay snapped, “That is so wack.” She looked at me. “You know this is ridiculous, right? And I'm not slicing no tires or breaking no windows; he gon' put up or shut up. 'Cause frankly, I can't take you crying over this dude anymore.”
“Confront him and what?!” Seven spat. “If we not gon' key up his ride then we need to bounce.” She turned to me, “You've seen it with your own eyes, so now you know you need to leave 'em alone.” Seven wiggled her neck from side to side.
“Bounce?” Tay sucked her teeth, “girl please we 'bout to handle this.”
Neither of them had noticed that I hadn't said a word. I was in shock, but then again I wasn't; I just wasn't in the mood to react to something that obviously wasn't going to change, but there was no way I could let my sister or my best friend think I was gon' allow Quamir to keep playing me. I had to stand up for something, so I twisted my neck and rolled my eyes, “I'ma ring the trick's bell.”
“There it is,” Tay said. “There it is, and you know I got your back.”
At least for pride's sake I had to pretend like I was strong. Strong enough to at least beat this bitch's ass for being with my baby daddy. “I'm 'bout to wild out!”
“This what you do,” Tay said as we got out the car. “When she comes to the door, drag her ass down the stairs. Don't even show her no mercy. She knew Quamir was your dude, yet she keeps calling him over here. Nah, we gon' end this right now.” Tay's lips popped twice as she zigzagged her neck. She was the splitting image of the ghetto twins in ATL, with the attitude to match, which is why I knew that if nothing else I could always count on her to be down with the get down. Even when I just wanted to curl up and die, she was on guard.
“You know this don't make no sense, right?” Seven said as she got out the car. “Mommy will kick
our
asses if she knew we were out here like this! Forget Quamir!”
“Forget Quamir? Do you know how bad he keep doggin' this fool?!” Tay pointed at me.
“Don't call me no fool.” I rolled my eyes as we walked up the steps.
“My fault.” She gave me a crooked smile. “You know what I mean. Anyway, Seven, do you know this is like ... the nineteenth time we ready to pounce on ole boy? Girl, please forget Quamir. He's takin' time away from me and my man. I wish I would—”
“Tay.” I was pissed and she was making it worse. “You don't even have a man.”
“Exactly,” she whispered as I rang the bell. “And I'm not gon' get one chasing behind yours.”
“Excuse you?” I sucked my teeth.
“Don't get mad, kick ass. Show 'em what's really hood. I'm tired of this dude playing you every other week. Shit, I need some sleep.”
“This don't make no sense.” Seven tapped her foot standing behind me. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she sighed against my neck.
“For real, y'all,” I said. “Not now, 'cause the way I feel, y'all 'bout to get it. So my suggestion to you”—I looked at Seven and then at Tay—“is to fall back.”
“Excuse you?” Seven blinked her eyes.
“Be clear,” Tay spat. “T-skee ain't the one. Let Quamir and his new skeezer be the only ones you feel comfortable bringin' it to—”
“No, I don't appreciate—”
“Toi—” Tay interrupted me.
“Don't cut me off!”
“Would you shut up?!” she said tightlipped with arched eyebrows. “Somebody's comin' to the door!”
Immediately, all the air left my body as I watched Quamir open the door with Shanice standing beside him. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, especially since I knew Shanice. I mean, we weren't friends, but we went to school together and she knew Quamir was my man.
I could feel my eyes knocking in the back of my head, but now was not the time to cry. So I held my tears back as best I could, and looked at Shanice's face. I couldn't deny how pretty she was, and for a moment I wondered if Quamir thought she was prettier then me. We were both the color of fresh apple butter, yet her eyes glistened like full moons, while mine were almond shaped. I had a dimpled smile and she had a wide one. Unless I had my hair flat ironed straight—it fell over my shoulders in an abundance of ocean waves—but ole girl wore a cheap blond clip weave. Wait a minute, I just found a flaw: at least my hair is real. Now I had the souped up confidence I needed to handle my business. “This what you want, Quamir?”
“Yo,” he said surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“What you think?” I pointed my hand like a gun in his face, yet looking dead in hers. “This the tramp you want?”
“What is she doin' at my door, Quamir?! You don't be coming to my house!” Shanice screamed, jumping up and down, acting as if at any moment she was gon' bring it.
“I know she ain't stuntin'?” Tay snapped. “Oh, hell no!”
“And what?” Shanice hunched her shoulders. “He don't want her and she knows it!”
True story, I wanted to just walk away, but my mixed emotions wouldn't let me leave like that. I needed Quamir to see the pain on my face, and then maybe he would understand what he was doing to me. I felt like I was in a trance, or better yet blazed; like everything was moving in slow motion, a euphoric high that made me feel like nothing was real. Nevertheless, I had to do this. I had to teach this chick a lesson about messing with my man or better yet, teach him a lesson about messing around on me.
Therefore, I pushed all rational thought out of my mind and let my heart and bruised emotions lead the way. I reached over Quamir's shoulder and yanked Shanice by the hair. All hell broke loose! I pounced on my prey like crazy, sending the entire porch into an uproar. I'm not sure how Quamir moved out of the way, but all I knew is that he was standing there watching as I dragged her down the stairs by her hair, causing parts of her weave to fly into the breeze.
“What I tell you about my man, trick!” I swung with all I had as I pulled her into the street. The flashing streetlamp that shone above us splashed like a spotlight into her frightened face.
“Toi!” Quamir screamed, running down the stairs, the soles of his Timberlands thumping against the wood. “Yo, chill.”
Chill?
To hell with chill—all chill could do for me at that moment was get its ass beat.
“What?!” Tay said in killer mode. “I know you ain't tryna do nothin', Quamir!”
Quamir ignored her. Instead, he stood there watching with his left thumb tucked behind his belt buckle with a smirk on his face, all while I beat this girl down.
The girl threw a punch, but I ducked, came back up, and caught her in the chin.
“Shanice, Toi, I said chill,” Quamir said with ease. I could tell he wanted to laugh because I could hear the sounds jingling in his throat.
Although Shanice was trying to fight back, I was beatin' on her like crazy as Quamir stood there and watched as if this was his favorite pastime entertainment.
“Slap her!” Tay shouted. “Her face is clear again, Toi!”
“That's enough!” Seven yelled as she tried to pull me off of Shanice. Seeing that she wasn't successful, Quamir jumped in and lifted me up by my waist. Instantly, the fight ceased.
As Quamir put me down, he stood with his back to me as Shanice ran up and started pushing her chest against his. “Get out the way!”
My chest was heaving up and down. “Bring it!” I spat. “Bring ... it!”
Tay shot me a high five, and wagged her tongue out like a salivating dog. “You ... spank dat ... ass!” She hunched her shoulders toward Shanice, who was still pushing against Quamir. “Booyah!”
“Yo'” Quamir pushed Shanice back, “What I say?!”
“Bring it! Please bring it!” I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Let me go, Quamir!” Shanice pushed against him and pointed at me. “I promise you, I'ma get you jumped, you ain't gon' never be able to walk these streets again! You really don't know who I am!”
“You ain't shit!” I yelled, “I just whooped yo' ass in front of your house and ain't nobody come out to help you? Girl, please.”
“My mother ain't home, otherwise she'd would've shot yo' azz!”
I yawned, and tapped my lips, “what ... eva!”
Shanice snorted, her drawstring ponytail hanging by a strand on her head. “You crazy bitch!” she struggled to reach for me, “I hate you! You know I'ma kill her, Quamir!”
“Chill,” he said sternly.
“This yo' chick, Quamir?!” I mushed him in the back of his head. “This your girl?”
“I'm his baby's mother, you stupid jump-off! He told you to step but you keep holding on!”
Did she just say
baby's mother
?
I looked at Tay for confirmation and her face went from confident and proud to surprised. Then I looked at Seven, who wore an ‘I told you so' face.
Whatever. How she gon' have a baby by him and I just had one? This chick lyin'.
“He ain't never told me to step,” I carried on. “You wish! And girl, you don't have no baby by him. Please!”
Of all things, I know Quamir wouldn't have no baby on me. We were a family; his other two baby mamas were crazy, I wasn't, which is why he told me I was the one.
I looked at Shanice, “Lose ya'self!”
“Oh, you ain't never told her about our son, Quamir?!” Shanice said.
Son? I had the son.
“You ain't never told her to step, Quamir?” Shanice mushed Quamir in the face. “Oh, you her man?!”
“What you ain't know?!” My words floated over his shoulder. “You better tell her somethin', Quamir.”
“Quamir!” Shanice screamed.
“Quamir,” I shouted. “Tell her, and tell her to stop lying on you!”
Quamir's head turned back and forth from me to Shanice over and over again. For a moment, he looked as if he were going crazy, but I didn't care. I desperately wanted him to validate what I was saying and straight out call this girl a liar.
“Quamir!” Shanice and I screamed simulata-neously.
“Yo, for real,” he snapped. “Both y'all gettin' on my nerves! True story, I ain't rockin' wit' neither one of y'all like that.”
For some reason, as if we were doing a dance, we all stepped back. “What you say?” I thought I'd heard wrong.
“Oh, you ain't with me Quamir?!” Shanice spat. “You been at my house every night this week and we ain't together?! You're the one who asked me to have our baby so we would be a family—”

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