In 1975, Kylea James, moved to the projects of Boston with her mother. She has a gift of singing and dancing, but doesn't think she has the skills. She meets five boys who she became very close friends with.
Her mother enters her in a talent show, t...
It's 4am and Bobby's wasn't back, I looked at the clock and sighed. Next I knew, I heard music blasting, I ran outside to see Bobby drove in front of my house with the music blasting.
I ran outside to him. "What the hell, Bobby?" I went to turn off the car. "My bad, my bad," He said with his voice slurred.
"Where have you been? I've been calling you for hours!" I shoved him, he was barely able to stand on his two feet. "I couldn't hear, the music was on," He replied.
"I let you borrow my car and you've been drinking? Are kidding me right now?" I closed the car shut and locked it. Bobby tried to pull me into his arms, but I moved his hands down.
I went to go back in the house, Bobby grabs my hand. "Kylea, listen to me, listen to me," I turned to face him.
"Can we go get some food?" He asked.
"What the hell?" I snatched my hand back. "Bye, Bobby." I went to go inside.
"Lea, Lea." He called me again. I turned to him. "Can I come in?" He asked.
"Do I look like Whitney to you, huh?" I pointed at his chest. "You must be out your mind right now."
"Your son is in there sleep, he was worried half to death for your ass," I pushed him back. "Go somewhere else to sleep it off."
"Roni, Roni," He kept coming close.
"No, Bobby. Don't you take another step," I pushed him him off again and went back inside.
"Kylea." He called me.
"Bye, Bobby." I slammed and locked the door. ~~~~~~~~ The Next Day
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{Her hair in in a bun, and she's wearing beige dress pants}
Royce was still sleep, so I went to go check the mail, I walked out the door. Only to see Bobby sitting in the grass, he turned to face me. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to my mailbox.
I went to back, Bobby stood in my path with a guilty look. "Kylea, baby, I'm sorry."
"Mhm," I nod. "Well your sorry doesn't mean shit to me."
"Like, c'mon, Bobby. Your sorry about everything, stop being sorry," I said being fed up.
"I know I just, He sat down on the bottom step from my front porch. "I just made so many mista-"
"Uhn-uhn," I cut him off. He looked up to face me. "Stop trying to make me feel sorry for you. I don't, Bobby." I looked down at him.
"Look, I know you're going through stuff, but that doesn't mean you have to do all this. It's life, everyone goes through this. It ain't gonna stop, not now, not ever."
