but feel sorry for him, but not that sorry. I still think he needs to learn a lesson in manners. But unfortunately I don’t have the time to play with him any longer. We’re given only ten minutes to dress out and then it’s roll call. If I’m late I’ll have to run a mile, and I’m not down for that, especially not in this heat.
“I don’t take threats lightly, Mr. President,” I say, almost whispering. “Remember that the next time you’re feeling especially bold,” I add, unlocking my visual hold on him. I have to get this power in check if I’m going to possess it on the regular.
Without making a sound, Reid makes his way up off the ground and looks at me like he’s just seen a ghost. I wish I could tell him how close to the truth that thought is, but that’d be taking it one step too far. He’s already felt the power of my lineage and that’s enough for now. Reid looks at me and I at him. It’s about time he recognized there are other powerful people on this campus besides him. And, much like the fighters in my dream, the sooner Reid recognizes the powerful blood flowing through my veins, the better off he’ll be.
When I finally made it to the weight room for sixth period, I worked out so hard I sweated out my press and curl, not that I mind much. Working out helps me calm down. That coupled with last night’s psychic workout has given me a confidence I never knew I had. And after mentally kicking Reid’s ass a couple of hours ago, I feel like I can conquer the world. I’ve been walking with this secret all day and I’m ready to let it out, but unfortunately today we have an audience at work.
I park my car in the crowded lot and make my way to the front door of Netta’s Never Nappy Beauty Shop. The small salon is packed with clients, busy even for a Friday afternoon. Spring brings out the need to be beautiful in the sistahs and I’m looking forward to the tips. I ring the bell and look down at my buzzing phone, where Rah’s name appears on the caller ID. The ladies in the shop all look up and wave at me without missing a beat from their vibrant gossiping.
I push the ignore button on my phone as Netta makes her way from the wash area to her station where the security buzzer is located. From the stressed look on my face, I know Netta can tell it’s Rah I’m ignoring. It’s only been a week since Sandy made her presence permanent at Rah’s house, and I’m still feeling the impact of that atomic bomb.
“Hey, lil queen,” Netta says, buzzing me through the front door. “Get your apron, girl, and get those two heads out of the wash bowls for me as soon as you wash up. And then I need you to get to work on the clients’ boxes. We are way behind,” Netta says, smiling and smacking her Doublemint chewing gum. She moves toward the dryers where all three seats are occupied and checks her clients’ progress. The five women in the shop look at me as I cross the room to the wall where the closets are housed, momentarily suspending their chatter.
“Hi, y’all,” I say, quickly following Netta’s directions and heading to the back of the shop to cleanse my head and hands before I start my work. As usual, Mama’s hard at work mixing products and tending to the heart and soul of Netta’s Never Nappy Beauty Shop, like only she can.
“Well, well, well. Isn’t it Miss Chatter-in-my-sleep,” Mama says, kissing me as I greet her in the spirit room/office while she’s working hard, as usual.
“Hi, Mama,” I say, walking into the bathroom across the hall. I know she’s about to grill me about last night, but we can’t get into the ins and outs of my dreamworld while clients are present, even if we’re in the back of the quaint building. I want to tell Mama so badly that I think I’ve maintained some of the gifts I received while sleepwalking last week, but this time they’re positive and manageable—mainly because I’m staying in one place while dreaming instead of walking all
“I don’t take threats lightly, Mr. President,” I say, almost whispering. “Remember that the next time you’re feeling especially bold,” I add, unlocking my visual hold on him. I have to get this power in check if I’m going to possess it on the regular.
Without making a sound, Reid makes his way up off the ground and looks at me like he’s just seen a ghost. I wish I could tell him how close to the truth that thought is, but that’d be taking it one step too far. He’s already felt the power of my lineage and that’s enough for now. Reid looks at me and I at him. It’s about time he recognized there are other powerful people on this campus besides him. And, much like the fighters in my dream, the sooner Reid recognizes the powerful blood flowing through my veins, the better off he’ll be.
When I finally made it to the weight room for sixth period, I worked out so hard I sweated out my press and curl, not that I mind much. Working out helps me calm down. That coupled with last night’s psychic workout has given me a confidence I never knew I had. And after mentally kicking Reid’s ass a couple of hours ago, I feel like I can conquer the world. I’ve been walking with this secret all day and I’m ready to let it out, but unfortunately today we have an audience at work.
I park my car in the crowded lot and make my way to the front door of Netta’s Never Nappy Beauty Shop. The small salon is packed with clients, busy even for a Friday afternoon. Spring brings out the need to be beautiful in the sistahs and I’m looking forward to the tips. I ring the bell and look down at my buzzing phone, where Rah’s name appears on the caller ID. The ladies in the shop all look up and wave at me without missing a beat from their vibrant gossiping.
I push the ignore button on my phone as Netta makes her way from the wash area to her station where the security buzzer is located. From the stressed look on my face, I know Netta can tell it’s Rah I’m ignoring. It’s only been a week since Sandy made her presence permanent at Rah’s house, and I’m still feeling the impact of that atomic bomb.
“Hey, lil queen,” Netta says, buzzing me through the front door. “Get your apron, girl, and get those two heads out of the wash bowls for me as soon as you wash up. And then I need you to get to work on the clients’ boxes. We are way behind,” Netta says, smiling and smacking her Doublemint chewing gum. She moves toward the dryers where all three seats are occupied and checks her clients’ progress. The five women in the shop look at me as I cross the room to the wall where the closets are housed, momentarily suspending their chatter.
“Hi, y’all,” I say, quickly following Netta’s directions and heading to the back of the shop to cleanse my head and hands before I start my work. As usual, Mama’s hard at work mixing products and tending to the heart and soul of Netta’s Never Nappy Beauty Shop, like only she can.
“Well, well, well. Isn’t it Miss Chatter-in-my-sleep,” Mama says, kissing me as I greet her in the spirit room/office while she’s working hard, as usual.
“Hi, Mama,” I say, walking into the bathroom across the hall. I know she’s about to grill me about last night, but we can’t get into the ins and outs of my dreamworld while clients are present, even if we’re in the back of the quaint building. I want to tell Mama so badly that I think I’ve maintained some of the gifts I received while sleepwalking last week, but this time they’re positive and manageable—mainly because I’m staying in one place while dreaming instead of walking all
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