Flyy Girl Read Free Page B

don’t you?”
    They went down into the kitchen to eat.
    â€œTell me, mommy,” Tracy pressed, as she took a seat in a kitchen chair.
    â€œFrom genetics, sweetheart.”
    Tracy frowned. “Genetics? What’s that? What’s genetics, mom?”
    Patti just couldn’t believe how tenacious her daughter was. She’s going to be a very assertive girl, she told herself. “I’ll tell you what, you ask dad when he gets home.”
    â€œAwww, see, you don’t tell me nothin’.”
    Patti looked at her daughter with piercing slit eyes. “You watch who you’re talking to, girl! You hear me?”
    Tracy nodded and began to eat her breakfast with a long face.
    Tracy loved going to school. She had perfect attendance and was smart and popular. She drew attention like a magnet. She wanted as many friends as possible. School was where Tracy could show off. And the teachers praised her participation in class.
    â€œYup, and then my cousins messed it up. They always mess it up,” Tracy was telling her group of girlfriends, Celena, Pam and Judy.
    â€œI don’t like my cousins either, ’cause they always wanna race and stuff,” Judy said, standing short and chunky.
    Celena, the tallest of the group, rose from their small bench at the far end of the schoolyard. “Aw, you just say that ’cause they always beat you,” she said to Judy.
    â€œShet up, girl. That’s why you gon’ fail in school,” Judy retorted, facing off with her.
    â€œI got better grades than you, ” Celena said.
    â€œNo you don’t.”
    â€œYes I do, ’cause on our first spelling quiz, I did better than you.”
    â€œWell, we just started, and that was the only one we had anyway. Now! I busted your bubble,” Judy responded, bumping flat chests with Celena.
    â€œYou can’t beat me in nothin’, little girl,” Celena contested, staring down at her shorter friend.
    â€œWho is you callin’ ‘little girl,‘ Stinky? ”
    Tracy loved to hear the girls argue. It reminded her of her aunts and her mother.
    Pam, the quieter friend, sat and watched the action herself.
    â€œI’ll kick you in your butt, Big Mouth, ” Celena said as they bumped each other again.
    â€œDo it then, Stinky, ” Judy dared.
    Both girls were pushing and shoving. Tracy got up to stop what could’ve turned into a real fight. “Stop y’all, we all friends,” she said, moving in-between them.
    â€œWell, that’s why Celena ain’t got no hair. At least I ain’t bald - headed like you, ” Judy said, starting up again.
    â€œI ain’t bald-headed, girl. I got more hair than you, ” Celena snapped.
    â€œGET OUT THE WAY, THE BALL IS COMING!” a boy shouted, running past.
    The girls didn’t move out of the way quickly enough. Judy got knocked down on her plump behind.
    â€œAy, boy? Why you do that?” Pam yelled at him. She was quiet, but a fighter.
    â€œI’m sorry,” the boy responded.
    One of his friend’s overheard him apologizing. “Ay, Tommy, don’t say sorry to her, man,” he said, staring and bumping into Pam. She swung immediately. The boy blocked it and punched her back in her neck.
    â€œSee, boy, I’m gon’ tell on you,” she whined.
    â€œGo ’head then, girl. See if I care.”
    â€œSee, Aaron, you always hittin’ girls. My dad told me that boys who hit girls are sissies,” Judy screamed at him.
    â€œSo what, girl? Who asked you?” Aaron retorted. “Come on, y’all, let’s finish playing ball,” he told his rowdy friends.
    â€œGo ahead, you scared sissy, ” Judy taunted him.
    Tracy loved it. School was exciting.
    Tracy’s father picked her up from school, and she would tell him everything that had gone on while he listened to her constant chatter. Tracy went to work with her questions as soon as they