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means that I’m his forever,” she said. “We’re getting married after college. He’s going to Morehouse, and I’m going to Spelman so we can be right here in Atlanta together.”
    â€œYou already know what college you’re going to?”
    â€œYep,” she said. “We have it all planned out.”
    â€œGirl, I haven’t even thought about the college I’m going to. Senior year seems so far away, especially when you’re just a freshman.”
    â€œYou should still be thinking about what you wanna do, Indi. It’ll be here before you know it. And you need to start competing for scholarships and stuff as early as next year.”
    â€œPlease, I just wanna enjoy being a freshman right now, have a real boyfriend, and be on the dance team. College is definitely a goal, but I can’t think about that right now. I’m struggling just to find where my classes are in this big ol’ school.”
    â€œCool. Don’t think about it, then,” she said, spotting her mother’s black BMW and heading toward it. “You just think about practicing them moves we learned at practice today. And don’t forget to ask your parents if you can spend the weekend.”
    â€œI will,” I said. “I’ll call you tonight and let you know.”
    â€œOkay, but don’t call until after 106th and Park goes off, and America’s Next Top Model. I have to see which one of them fake females is going home tonight.”
    â€œMy money is on Furonda,” I yelled. “She’s the next one to go.”
    â€œWe’ll see,” she said, and then climbed into her mother’s car.
    As my daddy’s pickup pulled up next to the curb, I had to smile. I had a new friend. She wasn’t Jade, but she was just as cool.

Chapter 9
    Indigo
    My mama pulled her Chevy Cavalier into the subdivision filled with beautiful brick houses and perfectly manicured lawns. I thought about asking her if we could park our car around the corner and walk the rest of the way to Tameka’s house, but I knew she wouldn’t go for it. Her car was making all sorts of noises that made me want to crawl into the backseat, and cover my head up. All that time at the repair shop, and it still sounded like it needed to be repaired. And no doubt it could use a new paint job. It was nothing like the BMW that Tameka’s mom drove. On top of all that, I wished my mama could’ve chosen a better outfit than the old denim dress she had on; the one that she’d had since I was in kindergarten. I was embarrassed as Tameka’s mother opened the front door.
    She was tall and slender, and wore low-cut sexy jeans, and a top that showed a whole lot of cleavage. She looked too young to have a teenage daughter.
    â€œCome on in,” she said. “I’m Melanie. But everybody just calls me Mel.”
    Mama and I stepped inside. Their house was beautifully decorated, with warm colorful walls and expensive-looking African art. Although our house was nice and clean, it wasn’t this new and definitely not this beautiful.
    â€œIf you don’t mind, please take your shoes off,” Mel said.
    Mama and I dropped our shoes at the door before sinking our feet into their snow-white carpet.
    â€œI’m Carolyn.” Mama held her hand out to shake Mel’s.
    â€œGlad to meet you, Carolyn,” Mel said, and then turned to me. “I’ve heard so much about you, Indi. Tameka can’t stop talking about you. Said you can dance your little fanny off. Is that true?”
    â€œI’m alright.” I blushed.
    â€œI heard you did your routine to 50 Cent’s ‘Disco Inferno,’” she said. “Tameka said it was off the chain! You’ll have to show me that routine.”
    I was in awe that Mel knew enough about 50 Cent to say his name right first of all, and her slang was impeccable.
    Tameka appeared, carrying two bottles of Fruitopia.