knew Amra was right. She couldnât let anything else happen to Tasha. She was like the sister that Honey never had.
Honey turned to Amra and Tasha and said, âTo none of us! Fuck that! We are too close. Ainât nothing gonna happen to you, Tasha, or you, Amra. Yâall my girls for real, and we got to look out for each other. We canât let anybody else hurt us. We always got to stick together. We donât trust anybody but each other.â
Tasha nodded her head and hugged her two best friends. They were the only people in this world she could trust and depend on.
Tasha left home and moved in with Amra and Ms. Pat, and the bond between the girls only grew stronger throughout the rest of the school year. They were inseparable; whenever you saw one, you saw the other two.
They continued to hit niggas for money, but as the school year came to an end and Honey was getting ready to graduate, the clique grew restless.
âWhy you got to go all the way out there?â Tasha asked Honey as they were lying on Amraâs floor, watching a movie.
âMe and my cousin, Mimi, are supposed to be trying to open up a hair salon. Yâall know I love to do hair and shit.â
Amra smacked her lips. âIâm saying though, you my girl, and Michigan is so far away.â
âYâall need to be trying to come with me. I know that my auntie would let yâall stay with her, at least temporarily. We could get our own apartment. Just say, âFuck it, fuck school,â and come with me.â
Tasha wasnât feeling that idea. She wasnât trying to jump stupid and become a high school dropout. âFuck that! I ainât dropping out of school. Thatâs some dumb shit. I mean, we hustling niggas and everything, but that shit ainât gonâ pay no bills. It ainât gonâ bring no security. I canât fuck with yâall on that.â Tashaâs education was important to her, and was the only thing that gave her hope.
âYeah, Honey, sheâs right. My momma would look at me like Iâm crazy if I asked her if I could move out there with you.â
âI mean, donât trip though, yâall. We still got the whole summer to spend together. Then after we graduate high school next year, we can come out to Flint and hustle those niggas right.â
Tasha wasnât trying to think about the day that their threesome would become a twosome. They were all together now, and thatâs all that mattered.
The girls changed the subject. None of them wanted to think about the end of the summer when Honey would leave her friends.
Chapter Three
T asha and Amra watched Honey walk across the stage in June. They were the loudest people at the graduation ceremony. They just couldnât help themselves, they were proud of their friend.
âThat bitch done graduated and shit!â Amra clapped loudly for Honey as she accepted her diploma.
They sat through the rest of the commencement in silence, and after it was over, they ran over to Honey and gave her a hug.
âCongratulations!â Tasha sang. She hugged her friend tight.
âThanks, girl. Come on, I want yâall to meet my momma.â Honey pulled them over to a woman that could have been her twin. She had the same dark chocolate skin, long hair, and thin frame that her daughter displayed so well. They were truly model-type women. âMa, this is Tasha and Amra.â
âHi, girls. You can call me Ms. Jones. I have heard so much about the two of you. Itâs nice to finally meet you.â
âMa, can we use the car today?â
Ms. Jones smiled. âYes, just drop me off at home and then have fun tonight. You donât have to worry about being home at a certain time. Itâs your big day. Enjoy it.â
Honey, Tasha, and Amra got into the Nissan, and they dropped Honeyâs mother off at home.
âHave fun, and donât bring my car back with no dents in it.â
Lisa Mantchev, A.L. Purol