shop after school.
“Hey, Jayd. Got a minute?” Reid asks as I make my way up the steep hill to my sixth period gym class. Since dance was only offered for one semester, I was automatically enrolled in AP weight lifting, which is just fine with me. I like the solitude of working in the weight room. And I also like the tone I’m gaining in my arms and legs from the program I’m on.
“What is it, Reid? I don’t have time to argue with you about anything right now,” I pant. This hill is taking a lot out of me. I brought books for my English and government classes with me so I wouldn’t have to go back to my locker after school. But now I’m seeing that that may not have been the best idea, with the sun beating down on me like it is. It’s that time of year in Los Angeles, when it’s cold in the morning and hot in the afternoon.
“I don’t want to fight either. I just want to know what you’re really up to,” Reid says. I don’t like the sound of his voice. He sounds a bit creepy, like a serial killer stalking his prey. And I’m in no mood to run, nor can I with my heavy backpack weighing me down.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I look over my shoulder at Reid struggling to keep up with me. He’s not fat, but he does have a spare tire or two hanging around his waist. If he didn’t have money I doubt he’d have a girlfriend, especially one who thinks she’s as pretty as Laura knows she is.
“Yes, you do. I know all about your little club,” Reid says, this time even more disturbingly than before. “What do you think you’ll accomplish with an African Student Union? And who do you think you are, bringing that type of club—if you can even call it that—to South Bay High?”
I halt my trek to look Reid in the eyes while I cuss him out. Who does he think he is, questioning me?
“Reid, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m just as much a student here as you are. And because I attend this school, I’m allotted the same rights as everyone else, including you. So yes, I thought it would be a great idea if the students of African descent could have a club to call our own and represent our culture while we’re at it. If you have a problem with that, tough.” I spin back around on my heel and continue my walk toward the gymnasium, with Reid hot on my tail. What’s gotten into him this afternoon?
“It will be tough for you and your new club. It won’t last, Jayd. Mark my words. You will be defeated.” And just like that, my eyes begin to glow like they did in my dream last night. The elder brother in the dream thought he could defeat me until I pulled on Maman’s vision to help me kick his ass. And this time, without even calling on it, I can feel Maman’s power resurface through my gaze. What the hell?
Noticing me stop, Reid walks around and looks at me, smiling like he’s the victor, but he’s in for a surprise. I look up, trying to gain control over my collective vision, but not before Reid looks directly into my eyes. And that’s his final bad.
“My head!” Reid screams, putting his hands to his temples, trying to massage the pain away, like all the other victims that have fallen under the power of Maman’s wrath. He looks a whole lot less bad when he’s squirming. “What are you doing to me?”
“What am I doing to you?” I ask, now toying with him like the pest that he is. Reid needs to be humbled and I’m just the girl to do it. The bell must’ve rung a few minutes ago, because not a soul is present to witness their mighty ASB president fall to his knees at my feet. “You came up to me talking shit, or don’t you remember? I was just trying to get to class.” Maman’s powers pulsate in my head. I can feel the blood pumping rapidly through my veins, the pulse matching the throbbing apparent in Reid’s temples. This is the freshest shit ever.
“Jayd, stop. Whatever you’re doing, please make it stop,” Reid says, now quietly pleading. I can’t help
“Hey, Jayd. Got a minute?” Reid asks as I make my way up the steep hill to my sixth period gym class. Since dance was only offered for one semester, I was automatically enrolled in AP weight lifting, which is just fine with me. I like the solitude of working in the weight room. And I also like the tone I’m gaining in my arms and legs from the program I’m on.
“What is it, Reid? I don’t have time to argue with you about anything right now,” I pant. This hill is taking a lot out of me. I brought books for my English and government classes with me so I wouldn’t have to go back to my locker after school. But now I’m seeing that that may not have been the best idea, with the sun beating down on me like it is. It’s that time of year in Los Angeles, when it’s cold in the morning and hot in the afternoon.
“I don’t want to fight either. I just want to know what you’re really up to,” Reid says. I don’t like the sound of his voice. He sounds a bit creepy, like a serial killer stalking his prey. And I’m in no mood to run, nor can I with my heavy backpack weighing me down.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I look over my shoulder at Reid struggling to keep up with me. He’s not fat, but he does have a spare tire or two hanging around his waist. If he didn’t have money I doubt he’d have a girlfriend, especially one who thinks she’s as pretty as Laura knows she is.
“Yes, you do. I know all about your little club,” Reid says, this time even more disturbingly than before. “What do you think you’ll accomplish with an African Student Union? And who do you think you are, bringing that type of club—if you can even call it that—to South Bay High?”
I halt my trek to look Reid in the eyes while I cuss him out. Who does he think he is, questioning me?
“Reid, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m just as much a student here as you are. And because I attend this school, I’m allotted the same rights as everyone else, including you. So yes, I thought it would be a great idea if the students of African descent could have a club to call our own and represent our culture while we’re at it. If you have a problem with that, tough.” I spin back around on my heel and continue my walk toward the gymnasium, with Reid hot on my tail. What’s gotten into him this afternoon?
“It will be tough for you and your new club. It won’t last, Jayd. Mark my words. You will be defeated.” And just like that, my eyes begin to glow like they did in my dream last night. The elder brother in the dream thought he could defeat me until I pulled on Maman’s vision to help me kick his ass. And this time, without even calling on it, I can feel Maman’s power resurface through my gaze. What the hell?
Noticing me stop, Reid walks around and looks at me, smiling like he’s the victor, but he’s in for a surprise. I look up, trying to gain control over my collective vision, but not before Reid looks directly into my eyes. And that’s his final bad.
“My head!” Reid screams, putting his hands to his temples, trying to massage the pain away, like all the other victims that have fallen under the power of Maman’s wrath. He looks a whole lot less bad when he’s squirming. “What are you doing to me?”
“What am I doing to you?” I ask, now toying with him like the pest that he is. Reid needs to be humbled and I’m just the girl to do it. The bell must’ve rung a few minutes ago, because not a soul is present to witness their mighty ASB president fall to his knees at my feet. “You came up to me talking shit, or don’t you remember? I was just trying to get to class.” Maman’s powers pulsate in my head. I can feel the blood pumping rapidly through my veins, the pulse matching the throbbing apparent in Reid’s temples. This is the freshest shit ever.
“Jayd, stop. Whatever you’re doing, please make it stop,” Reid says, now quietly pleading. I can’t help
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