Ambitions Of A Rider(Urban Fiction) 3

Chapter 14-Swag Sixteen

Picture of Party Decorations and Kings Cake at the top

The Party

Kennedy

"Yes...how much? Ok. Well I'll give you a call back.....thank you. Bye." I hung up the phone.

"KING!!!" I yelled. I had been on the phone with the catering company, the party decorating people, and the guy about this damn lion. I didn't let the people decorate the house yesterday because it would be to creepy going to sleep with all this shit in here. Then I notice a lion has nothing to do with and Egyptian themed party but a camel does. Plus that lion is high as hell.

"Yes ma'am?" He said coming into my room.

"Ok. First off are you ready to get you hair done?"

"Yea."

"Is everybody else ready?"

"Yea."

"Ok two. A lion has nothing to do with this theme and they want to much for it."

"So what we gone do."

"Well I still have another animal I could get."

"And that is?" He said.

"A camel."

"A camel?" He said scrunching up his face. "The hell mama it ain't Wednesday, it's Saturday!!"

I had to laugh."Watch your mouth boy."

"Na I was just playing but yea that does go with the theme. I didn't think about it but that will work." He said.

"Ok tell everybody to go down stairs and tell your father, the decor people are on their way."

"Aite."

I put on my Nike's and went down stairs where everybody was. They where talking about how it was going to be the biggest party of the school year.

"Ok so before we leave we need to do some things because we are coming back when the party has already started. We will be walking in with King. Before we leave I need y'all to go put up anything that is valueable. We do this anytime we have a party here. It doesn't matter what it is. If you think it cost a leg and a arm, take it and lock it up in your closets. King and Prince I want y'all to move this table to the white room. It's going to be blocked off ok. Ri take your marble ball and put it in your room. Girls all my small statues...move them to the basement. When y'all done lock your rooms. I'm going to say it again. Lock...your...rooms. All those damn kids going to be in my house i don't want anything to end up broken or missing."

"Yes ma'am."

"Alright chop chop."

They got to it. Then there was a knock at the door. It was the catering company.

"Hi. Ok you guy can set up where ever you want. We will be out of your way shortly."

They nodded.

Elijah came down the stairs and went to the kitchen. I think he's mad at me. Every since I yell at him about my mom he's been....he only speaks to me when I speak to him. It's like he's mad at me but again he's not mad at me. I went in the kitchen where he was.

"Babe?" I said standing in the walk way to the kitchen. I was looking down at my feet playing with my fingers. He looked up at me.

"Yea?......what's wrong? Come here." I walked into his embrace as he sat on the bar stool. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Are you mad at me?"

He frowned. "What...no I'm not mad at you...why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I yelled at you in the car and every since then you've been distant or you don't really talk to me."