Kim's Journey Of A Lifetime

Kim's Journey Of A Lifetime Chap7

So, I walked out of that place feeling triumphant:

I think I just landed myself a job!....Almost. Well, at least the hard part, the interview, is over; I just gotta call Tasha! I still cant believe I just waltzed in there and asked for a job that isn't even open to young people, my age, and actually got considered. Even if I don't get it, that made my day! "Praise Jesus!"(skiped the rest of way to her car.)

(Starting up the engine, with the radio boomin Beyonce's Deja Vu) "Yesh, this d old jam!..new voicemail..three missed calls.." It's Cynthia. Wonder wassup. Lemme call her back. She probbaly worried about me. ring...ring...ring.

"Hello?" "Cynthia! It's me, Kim! Is everything ok???" (Cynthia screams through the phone)"Kimberly!  You don't know how glad I am to thear your voice! You got us all scared half to death!" Noones called me Kimberly in some years. wow. Not knowing what to say, "Umm..sorry" "Yeah! Sorry isnt even the word. Your moms been talking to the police and everything! She's been crying alot..." "Good." "Kim!?!? WTF?!??! That's yo' mother. NOT good! They all came knocking down my door, talking about some: did I do some to you? Or, did I help you escape cross the border!?!" "Hahaha, that's funny." "No, it's really not. They scared me at first. Then, after I finally got them to calm down. I told them I didn't do anything. They was like do I at least know where you went. Of course I don't, WHERE ARE YOU???" "I'm in a better place." "Very funny, forreal. Where." There was something in her voice, I didn't know if it was her trying to hold back tears or what, but whatever it was, she made me get serious right there and then. "Listen, Cynth. Please, just know that I'm ok. I spent so much time trying to get away so i'm not gonna jus let it all go and let ya'll find me. But really, I'm ok. I got a house, a possible job, and I even met some friends. Life is...better." "Job!?! House?!? this ain't permanant. Please, just come home. Yo mama miss you. She all up in church, going off and loosin' it completely." "If it's really as bad as you say, maybe when I see her again, she'll be better. in the meantime, pass her this message from me: I love you. But I gotta do this for me. your daughter. Can you tell her that for me?" "Kim-" "Cynthia! Enough already. Just tell her. Thanks, love you. And good hearing your voice again. Gotta go, bye." CLick. Whew. It was good to talk to her but I cant keep getting angry at her, at Momma, at the world. i gotta get peace. Which mean I gotta let go. Right now, she just don't wanna accept that. So I had to hang up, before I got mad again.

Well I'm home. Let's txt Tasha so I can hopefully get this letter of recomendation. And, get the job!

---------Hey, Tasha! Girl, I need yo help like bigtime! Please call me ASAP. I have a plan but Imma need us to work a lol of that old sister magic like n d old dayz. ttyl. DUCEZ---------

"Hey girl! I'm so glad you called me. It's really important." "Sure thing, wassup? Are you alright?" "Yeah girl, I'm fine but YOU can make me even better. Listen, Ok I'm trying to get ahead in my career life. So in order to get hired by this new lady, I need some recomendations." "And, how can i help you with that? All you gotta do is just go to old teachers and bosses, and ask." "Well, the thing is. Those are average recomendations. I need excellent recomendations. I NEED your father!" "My father???" Tasha sounded halfway horrified. "Yeeeesss, your father, Mr. Tate. He only happens to be one of the biggest businessmen on this side of the Delta!" "But he isn't really famous or well known. WHy is he so special?" "Because, the same reason you chose him over your mother! The others aren't or wouldn't be famous or anything either plus half of them are kinda poor and might not even write it that well. THe difference is: he's LOADED!" "Just for that little comment, I ought not help you and let you wallow in the pits of stinky self-rightous, sarcastic, cynnical left-overs. But, since I'm not that kind of friend, I'll help you. Talkin' 'bout some: the same reason you chose your mother over him. I don't have to justify myself to you or anyone else except God. So please stop bringing that up beofre I really do hold it against you." "Ok. Sorry." "Good, apoligy accepted. Now, what do I need to do? What is your plan?" "Well basically wait untill a good night or evening when he's either really drunk or super tired, and jsut ask him to sign a letter that you write for me." "You know how good you want to make yourself sound. Why can't you write it?" "Because, I'm not the one who was crying because they made their first ever B on a essay, when we first met." Oh yeah, but that's been years ago." "Your point?? You have strived to do better since. For the most part, you have done that. That's why." "Well, ok. But wait, what if instead of my Dad signing it, I got someone better like the mayor!" "That'd be kool to the tenth power. Can you?" "I can try. He might say no. But the only thing thst succeeded was a try." "But how are you-" "Good question. I don't know yet. But what if, I paid his new secretary to slip a faxed copy of the letter to him, with the other bills and papers, and what-nots to sign?" "That'd be good but he might stop and notice it looking a little different than a revenue statement from the Department of Transportation." "True that." "Yeahh...." Tasha started thinking...."But what if I take the-" Kim, "nooo" Tasha, "How about if I just-" Kim sounding more defeated, "Still nooo." Tasha getting tired, "Well what if the le-" Kim shocked, "Definitly not!"

"Ugh. This is going to be harder than I thought,." "Yes, it is." "On second thought, maybe daddy woulnd't be such a bad idea afterall." With sarcasm creeping back into Kim's demeanor, "You think?" "Hey, don't get smart with me lil girl. I'm jsut tryna' help you." Kim couldn't stiffle the laugh, "Hahahaha, yes ma'am." And with that they sat down over the phone, working on a letter that after quite a few trials and errors, thanks to Tasha's wonderful writing skills, turnt out most beautifully.

Tasha sat there, waiting and waiting. The digital clock on the saidetable next to the $400 dollar lamp read 12:09. It was past midnight and a father should be here to see to the care of his one and only offspring, his teen daughter, Tasha. yet he was nowhe-...Finally, he walked in the door.

"Tasha, my darrr-darling. Whattt are ya-y-you doing up?" Yay, he was drunk! Praise God! Part 1 of misson: check! "Daddy dear, I was waiting on you. We really need to talk." "Tallk about wha-what, my dear? What, uh, um wha-whatever it is, it can su-suurrely wait 'till in the morning. When the su-sun is up. And, and, and, the crcok cro-crows. that's whhheneenn, we'll ttttalk." Now it was time to whine, and put the brittish brat accent in gear and...go. "But DAAAADDDDYYYY!!!!!! What will the administrators say?!? They'll surely talk about me, I'll be the laughing stock of the entire school!" HE looked dumbfounded as if a masked face had just been revealed. "Sss, skk, sch-School?" "DADDY! Yes, SCHOOL! oh me, oh my. I can only hear them now: Why yes dear. Didn't you hear? The very ruch and prominent Edward Nathaniel James Tate, II could not afford to take care of his own daughter. Shame. yes, it is indeed...Why I might as well shoot me bloody, now. Right now, do you hear me? This is it." "Alright, that's qu-qu-quite enuuff yo-yu-young lady.(staggering to get out his checkbook and write a check) How much do you need?" (So much joy consumes her soul, she almost fails and maintaining her whiny upset brittish girl accent and cracks a smile. She dashes to get the paper and dashes back!) "No,no,no. All you need to do is sign right here." "Oh, why dd-d-d-d-that's even be-better!..Oh, but honey, wha-wha-what am I signing???" (Alarm flashes across her face really quickly then she starts in) "Oh, don't you trust me???" "Uh-uh-uh-Of course I do! But, but, but,bu-" "But nothing (flashes puppy dog eyes), if you love me and trust me as much as you claim you do, then there's nothing to worry about!" (And with that, she happily skipped herself up the stairs to call Kim. Mission Accomplished! She couldn't help but smile. She was about to erupt on the inside with laugher. For that, was almost too easy. She should be an actress. No, better yet, She should be Paris Hilton. But only for a day. She'd get tired of having eveything that easy.