Lavi$h LifeStyles Champagne Dreams

“Rick time for school,” said the dark skinned, thick woman at the threshold of a tidy, medium sized room. The tall form under a pile of covers remained inert.“Tarik!” said the woman again,“Get your butt up boy.” Suddenly the covers to shift in a sluggish fashion, and return to its original motionless state.“Did you hear me?”

      “Yeah ma-ma.”

      “Don’t yeah me boy, get up and come eat breakfast.”

       A curly head with faded appears. After the covers roll back, as a six foot two inch, golden brown, young man lays, in the morning sunlight with his hands over his face. Eyes still closed, he props himself up against the wall and puts one of his hearty legs on the floor. Up stands this dominant figure, wearing white boxers with a large white tee shirt. He opens his door, and walks bare foot down a short hall. Back slides the shower door, as his large hands turn on the facet and the water runs down his face and chest. While washing Tarik reminisces about a dark skinned freak from the party last night. His image is interrupted by several knocks on the door and a loud boyish voice screaming,“Mama said your foods getting cold.”

      “Aw’ite!” yells Tarik as he turns off the water and dries off. Tarik sprinkles on a little baby powder, puts on his old spice, his boxers, his blue jeans, and white and blue Nautica short-sleeved shirt.

      “Good morning mama.”

      “Hey baby, ready for school?”

      “Uh-huh”

      “What’s up bra bra?” says Tarik’s little brother.

      “Sup man?” replies Tarik as he slaps his little brothers hand, and starts to eat his half of cold grits and eggs.

      “Be careful today baby, last night Charlie Johnson was killed. You know little Charlie right?”

      “Aw man, yeah that’s home boy form Sixteenth Street, ah Julie’s brother.”

      “Mrs. Johnson’s taking it hard right now; she called me last night, and told me about the funeral.”

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