Dreams • short Eazy E fan fic [Completed]

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God will open doors

-Colossians 4:3

I sat in the car, looking out the window at the trees that swayed gently in the morning air. We were on our way to Downtown, Atlanta to look at some prom dresses.

I didn't want to do this in the first place, so I don't know why my mom is forcing me to do something I don't want to do. I'm trying not to be a prick about things, but it's hard.

"I'm happy you agreed to go to prom baby girl", my mom says as she slowed down to merge onto the highway.

"Mhm"

"Zee...just try to make the best of it okay" she sighed. "You only get to go to prom once".

I shook my head as I rolled my eyes.

"Don't remind me", I said, slumping down in my seat and watching the cars speed past on the interstate.

"That's not what I meant Zaria and you know that", my mom spoke with seriousness.

I know that's not what she meant. But that's how I internalized it. Prom is stupid and I didn't want to go.

This is an event where you show up with your date, your friends and have a magical night.

In my case, I will probably be hiding in the bathroom most of the night. Avoiding socializing at all costs.

My definition of socializing and those people at my school definition of socializing are totally different.

About 30 minutes later, we were pulling in the parking lot up to a store named, "Fit for a Queen of Atlanta"

My mom cut the car off, taking the keys out the ignition.

"Come on love bug", she smiled as she opened the car door, getting out.

I groaned as I opened the door and getting out. It was a warm morning and you could smell the fresh morning air, although we are in the city.

It reminded me of the country morning air I used to love so much down at my grandparents in Alabama.

I was a little girl and I loved waking up early in the morning to run through the grass that was covered with morning dew, bird chirping as the sun rose across the horizon of my grandma house.

She died when I was six years old after my grandad passed.

I heard the old folks say, "She died of a broken heart", a year later after my granddad died in his sleep from a heart attack.

It looked as if he was sleeping, but my grandma knew he was gone.

"Zaria! You okay?"

"Yes...I was just reminiscing 'bout how the morning air reminds me of Grandma Kat and Grandpa Gean's house", I smiled with my eyes closed.

"Yea..." my mom spoke softly. "It does remind you a little" she smiled.

She grabbed my hand as we walked up to the boutique. I pushed the door open, entering the shop.

The walls were champagned colored and the curtains were sheer lace. A golden chandelier dangled above our heads and if you looked down, the floors were golden marble gradient.

"Wow", I say as I admired the store and its interior.

This place looks like royalty. I guess it really is fit for a queen.

"Good Morning...welcome to Fit for a queen of Atlanta", the associate spoke, approaching us with a smile on her oval shaped face.

I stared at her as she greeted my mother and I. she was high yellow skinned with kinky, brown long hair that rested on her shoulders.