The lights shone a bit brighter than they had previous nights, flashing about the arena as screams of joy and excitement filled the space. Bodies lifted from their seats, jumping up and down as fresh New Jack beats kicked off, the band giving no less than a hundred percent. The second hour of an extended…
Perhaps it were a last attempt at rebellion, his last attempt at being 'bad', at hurting those close to him. It used to come with such ease. Everything in his after-life came with ease before Princess Aveena of Ethiopia stormed into his life like fog and mist on All Hallows' Eve.
He chuckled lightly, allowing his personal problems to dissipate for a moment as he focused his attention on his daughter. Though she would never say so, he knew he’d been doing poorly as of late, leaving her to fend for herself when he should have been holding himself together just for her, if for no one else.
A crowd of folks, screaming and carrying on as if something major was happening. Getting closer, she caught sight of the cause of the commotion, a local celebrity with no shame over the sudden attention he was garnering from people who hadn’t had a kind word to say about him a day in his young life. He most certainly took no issue over the young and slightly older women of the neighborhood fawning over him. Chaz Hemphill smiled devilishly, licking his lips as he looked down at a girl that had dogged him since elementary school, taking full advantage of all his recent good fortune had bought him.
A chilly September afternoon brought about an added amount of stress that Leal Hardesty didn’t need in her life. She’d been running back and forth, on little to no sleep, for well over two weeks and all she wanted was a small break from the mishaps that only seemed to occur to her.
Without another moment of hesitation, the young man nodded, thanking Celestine as he stumbled out of his seat and walked off, the gris-gris clutched closely to his chest. She kissed her teeth, groaning as she sat back in the seat that no longer felt comfortable beneath her large bottom.
In less than a year, he’d sprung tall like a bean stalk, just over six feet tall and towering over his siblings and parents. Despite his best efforts to gain weight, and muscles, he remained slim in size. Sighing, he leaned close to the mirror just to see how bad his latest bout of acne was.