"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began re...
September 5th, 2011 - Saint James Parish, Barbados
Phabiola Fenty.
"And you get reception out here?" Nicole asked.
"We're on a yacht not a plane Nicki." I giggled at her. "Could you take a photo of me real quick?" I asked politely.
I tossed her my device and turned my attention to the obscure view. We were coasting over an unknown part of St. James Parish, view breathtaking. Coherently hearing the shudder going off.
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"Thanks babe, by the way.. How're things with you and my brother in law?" I questioned turning my attention back to her.
"Great, we're doing great. He's been takin' the pregnancy thing real well. He's nervous I don't know what for." Nicole answered.
"It's probably cause your ass drivin' him crazy with your hormones gal." Aunt Mo intervened.
"Aunty!" I shouted at her.
"Phabiola!" She mimicked. "You may be twenty-two but I still rememba' how to beat ya ass." Her native tongue reigned deep in her little rant.
"Oh whateva' we best get back. The boys are prob—"
I was cut short of my sentence from a phone call.
"Excuse me, hello?" I answered.
"Hi, is this Phabiola Fenty, author of Epiphany?" An American accent spoke.
"This is she, how may I help you?" I queried politely.
"Yes, this is Ashley Neesmith with the NBAA, National Book Awards Association. I was told politely to inform you that you have been nominated for Best New Author, and Best Seller at this year's NBA Ceremony. We have sent the invitation and details to your editor, they will be contacting you shortly. You and a plus one are cordially invited to attend the awards this weekend in Hastings, Barbados. Congratulations Phabi!" Ashley notified me.
I jumped up and down squealing like a pig.
"Oh my god! Thank you so much! Thank you!" I shrieked.
"No, problem. Again, congratulations." Then she disconnected the call.
"What happened?" Mel, my mother and Bami ran in the captain headquarters of the yacht.
"I was just nominated for Best New Author and Best Seller at the National Book Awards Ceremony this weekend!" I screamed bouncing around.
The girls all congratulated me, speaking on how they now had to take me dress shopping and we had to hurry back to Bridgetown. Bami and I sit in the captain's seat. Just enjoying her company. I let her steer the yacht even though it was on cruise.
