I had just finished unpacking when my phone rang.
"Ugggh." I looked at the caller ID. It was my manager Stephan McGuire. "Hello." I answered.
"Tasha how are you?" Stephan spoke.
"Uhm explain why I had to move out here again?" I propped my feet up.
"Because you want to go into the show business, you can't be youtube famous forever and California has a lot of great opprotunities."
"I guess." I knew he was right despite the fact that Atlanta was my home & I was afraid of palm trees.
"Well look you start Hamilton High monday morning and then monday afternoon we have a meeting."
"Okay, see ya then." I hung up and walked to the living room.
"Sup kiddo." My dad was sitting on the sofa watching ESPN.
"Nothing, I'm going to find a chic fa la or a taco bell." I slide my feet into my breed 11s, pull my glasses over my eyes and walked out the door.
I flinched with every step I took on the sidewalk scared I would somehow bump into a palm tree.
I rounded a corner and seen a taco bell. I crossed the street and entered the fast food joint.
"Oooooo girl you nasty, oooo girl you nasty!" A group of teenage boys were banging on windows and standing on tables.
I gave them a look and went to order my food.
Just as I was handing the cashier my money the obnoxious boys left.
The cashier smiled & shook her head.
I smiled and grabbed my bag. I walked outside and the boys were in the middle of the street dancing, doing footwork.
I paused for a second to watch.
"Aye wassup bae." A brown boy behind the camera called to me.
I scrunched my face up, rolled my eyes and headed back home.
