AN URBAN NOVEL |
Ace and America - A woman and a man with a close relationship can sometimes be hard to maintain, especially when there are so many setbacks that are standing in the way.
These two rebels are on the prowl for money. In the large cit...
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track #1 : Teenage Love Affair - Alicia Keys
"Some women wear a miniskirt to reveal their thighs; some wear one to conceal their age."
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SOFT MUSIC DRUMMED through the agape side window of America's small bedroom. She stood perched in front of her vanity mirror fingering her freshly done Senegalese twists as she sang in her high-pitched voice to Alicia Key's Teenage Love Affair.
"Nothing really matters. I don't really care, what nobody tell me, I'm gonna be here..." she whispered to herself as a soft breeze danced with her light purple curtains. The music was low enough for her to hear kids down the street screaming and laughing.
It was a nice day, reaching the high eighties. Every one and their mama's were hanging around outside, trying to soak up as much of the warm weather as they could before the weather went bi-polar and they had to pull out their sweaters and umbrellas again. It had been raining for four days straight, so seeing the sun shining was something close to a miracle. On the other hand, America didn't mind the rain too much. In fact, it was probably her favorite type of weather. Rain relaxed her soul; made her feel cozy inside.
"Yo, Stink! Pop out!" someone shouted from outside of her window.
America turned her head to look at her silk curtains that were now displaced and completely wrinkled. She sucked on her tongue and turned back to her mirror. Fixing her crop top, she then moved her fingers to her baby hairs to smoothen them out. She'd laid them down with some coconut scented edge control and a toothbrush one time too many, but the heat caused them to puff up, and curl into tiny spirals. She huffed from severe irritation as she took the toothbrush to her thick edges again. They seemed to have grown even more stubborn on her as hours past.
