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~**~P.H.A.T. Productions~**~ presents: Princess In The Hood (Dreams of a ghetto girl)

Every since I was a little girl riding my big wheel up and down the street, I always had big dreams; dreams of becoming a star, someone who everyone loved. My mom would always tell me, “Stop all that nonsense, you belong here, in the hood.” I never believed her and as the years passed I started to. All these dreams and where am I going with them? Nowhere, and that’s why I decided to give up on my dreams. My mom was right all along; I do belong here, in the hood.

My family’s having this big cookout over to my aunt Janice’s today and I really don’t want to go. Gossip, wild partying, and craziness just aren’t my thing. People might think that I’m “stuck up,” or “too prissy,” but I just like to keep away from all that. Call me what you want, that’s just my personality. I sighed then plopped down on my raggedy mattress. Peeking out the window as if I were some kind of secret person that was to never to be seen, I watched as teens my age danced in the middle of the street. That’s something I would never do, it’s just not me. I looked at the time on my Tweedy bird clock above my computer desk. I should start getting ready because I know my mom isn’t going to take no for an answer about the cookout. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a sundress. This’ll work, but where are my flip-flops? I could have sworn I put them right by my dresser. I sighed, damn; do people know how to ask? I knocked on my older sister’s door and she opened the door and went back to her phone conversation.

“Un-huh, now what was you sayin’ about Trey?”

I folded my arms under my chest and tapped my foot. “Shay,” I said.

“No are you serious? Ugh, she looks like an ape!”

“Shay!” I yelled, tired of her ignoring me.

“Hold on Asia-what?” She put the phone down. “What?”

“Where ma flip-flops?”

She sighed heavily then went in her closet, seconds later she threw my pink flip-flops at me and picked the phone up. I grabbed them and slammed her door on my way out. When I got back to my room I closed and locked the door then put in my Body & Soul CD and turned Bump N’ Grind up. 10 minutes later, dressed and hair did I was ready to go, well not ready, but as ‘ready’ as I was going to get. I lay in my bed writing lyrics to a song I started a week ago, but never got the chance to finish. Someone banged on my door and I pressed, “pause” then opened the door. My brother, Terrance walked in my room and sat in my chair.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s time to go, ma told me to come and get you, so come on.” He picked up my lyric book from my bed and I snatched it back.

“But mom said we leave in an hour or so.”

“Well she changed her mind. Come on.”

I grabbed my Gucci shades I saved up for, for three years and my fake Louis Vutton handbag. My brother shook his head as I stood in my mirror applying my lip-gloss. I kissed my image in the mirror and shot him an evil look.

“What?” I asked and grabbed my keys from off my bed.

“You weird man. You always thinkin’ you about to go some place far, far away, but you know you stayin’ right here on this street, in this house, in this room.” I pushed him out my room and closed my door then locked it.

“Yeah?” I asked.

He nodded his head and crossed his arms around his chest. I have to admit, my brother is a pretty handsome guy, he has a body too, but I’ll never tell him that. “Yeah.” He said.

“Oh…your mama.”

I brushed past him and downstairs. My mom was struggling with my little sister, April to do her hair. Like usual, April was yelling at the top of her lungs and kicking her little legs. Mom hit her in her head with the brush and April yanked her head away and covered her head.

“April, come on girl I have to do your hair.” Mom said a.k.a. Yolanda.

“No, you hurt me.” April said being the usual brat she is.

“OMG dang ma, you can’t handle yo’ own child?” Shay said and put her ear back on the phone.

“Shut up, Sashay, I done had enough of your back talk. Keep it up.” Mom threatened.

“April get up ‘for I hit you in yo dome.” Terrance demanded and softly kicked her.

I shook my head, walking over to April I bent down to her level and pushed Terrance’s foot. She was softly crying and.

“April baby, its me, Renee. Do you want me to do your hair?” I asked softly.

“Hurry up, we have to go.” Mom said rushing me.

“Yeah,” She said and raised her head. I smiled.

“Okay,” I said and sat down on the couch with her between my legs.

When I finished, her hair was in three ponytails, one in the front to the side, and two in the back. I put the barrettes and balls at the end then handed her a small mirror.

“Okay, everybody in the car!” My mom said, grabbing her purse from the table as she rushed out the door.

“Shotgun!” Terrance yelled.

“Nope, I got front seat.” Shay yelled back. “Asia, yeah girl I’ma call you back.” She threw the phone on the couch and April and I took our time, we both knew that it would take a while after all the arguing who gets front seat.

Bye the time we got outside they were still arguing. Shay smacked her lips and pushed Terrance and held her index finger out indicating for him to shut up. I sighed and April let go of my hand and got in the car. Mom was yelling at them to just get in the car, but evidently, it wasn’t working. I crossed my arms under my chest and starred across the street and watched as little kids ran down the street chasing each other with water guns. It was baking hot outside and then sun shone in my eye. I put my arm up to my forehead, trying to block the sun.

“Got damn, get in.” My mom said and I got inside.

We drove down the streets and I drowned out my siblings by putting my headphones on and listening to a CD I had made in my cousins studio. I thought it was pretty good; maybe one day this could get me to the top. Shay waved her hands in my face and I took my head phones off then pushed her hands out my face.

“What?” I asked irritated.

“I said, what you listenin’ to?”

“A CD I made.” I replied.

“What kind of songs, you got that Jay-Z song?” She asked putting her hands up, trying to take the headphones from me.

“No, it’s a CD I made, my voice, my songs.” I said matter-of-factly.

“Let me listen.”

I gave up my headphones and passed her the CD player. I sighed and looked out the window. Man, I wish I could get out of here. I truly think I was made to be a star. I guess its not what I’m destined to be, I’m just some girl from the hood. I looked over and was surprised to see Shay bobbing her head to the song and singing the chorus. It made me feel good that someone liked my music.

“…This ain’t the place for me, I just wanna be free. My heart, my love, my desire, ew I just want this thing to take me a little bit higher and maybe I could be free---“

Shay has a beautiful voice, I always knew that, but she never thought anything of it. She’d just say, “Whatever Renee, I don’t want to be a big, flashy singer. I’m a hood girl.” And walk away. She could be so much more, why wouldn’t anyone want to double what he or she have and get out the hood? I just don’t understand my family sometimes.

~Coming up, “The Cook Out”~