"Amen." Everyone said in unison, giving us our clarification to eat.
"So, Noo-Noo, Tommy, Marcus, how long have y'all been working at the surf shop?" I asked.
"Uhm, we all been there for 'bout a year now." Marcus replied.
"Yea, but shit, I'm ready to quit." Noo-Noo stated, chuckling.
"Man, me too. Boss be tryna snap on a nigga fa' no reason." Tommy said to Noo-Noo.
"Bruh, that's what I'm sayin'." I laughed at their conversation, they acted like they weren't from the Bahamas.
"Where are y'all from?" I asked.
"Damn, Gabriel, all these questions." Reggie said, nudging me. I shrugged my shoulders and mouthed 'sorry'.
"Nah, she good, son. And we all from Cali."
"I knew y'all didn't sound like y'all from here." I told them, cutting into my turkey.
"Yea, and y'all country asses ain't from here either. Where y'all from?"
"Atlanta."
"Georgia?"
"Naw, duhh." I laughed.
"Oh, y'all never told me y'all weren't from here." Essence said.
"Reggie never told you?" I asked her.
"Nope."
"Oh, I knew. Kylan told me." Stacie added.
"Bitch and?" We all laughed and Stacie smacked her lips. "What y'all doin' down here then?" She asked.
"Oh, just some shit that happened over there, we just wanted to get away from it all, you know?"
"Man, I know what you mean." Marcus said. "I wanna go back to Cali though. I don't like it down here." I nodded my head in agreement.
"I really don't either. But Cali don't sound too bad." Kylan said.
"But you can't leave me." Stacie whined, pouting her lip. I laughed and rolled my eyes playfully.
"Cali actually doesn't sound that bad." I agreed.
"Well, what y'all tryna do?"
"ROAD TRIP!" Kylan and I yelled, laughing.
"Aye, I'm all in for it."
"Me too."
"So am I."
I really didn't mind going to Cali. Nassau was pretty and all, but there aren't enough opportunities for me, Reggie, or my daughter. Plus, I want to get as far away from Wade and Amber as I can. And now that Marcus, Noo-Noo and Tommy are in for it, it could turn out great.
"So how much money y'all got saved up?" I asked.
"Wait, wait, wait. Y'all are serious about this?" Reggie asked.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "And I only have about six or seven hundred dollars."
"I got 'bout a thousand." Marcus said.
"Me and Tommy together is about sixty-seven fifty." Noo-Noo said.
"I got like four thousand." Kylan added.
"Well, I guess since we're seriously doin' this, I got bout ninety-five thousand." Reggie said. I stopped eating and looked at him, as did everybody else.
"Huh?" I asked. "How'd you get that much money?"
"Young nigga moved that doh!" Noo-Noo laughed. "Man, you use to slang, didn't you?" Reggie laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
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GABRIEL. (UNDER CRITICAL EDITING)
Teen FictionSeventeen-year-old Gabriel Mary lost her family when she was only seven years old. Ever since then, she's been passed around from foster home to foster home. Her current foster parents think that they can "whip her into shape" using verbal -and some...
