#WordlessWednesday: The Different Types Of Masks


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Genesis: If Only I Knew Before Now- #MichaelJseries #amwriting #fiction


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Continued from The Genesis of Michael J’s Life

“You have some nerve being here. What if my husband comes home and sees you darkening our doorstep?” She hissed at him.

“I’ve been to Michael’s graduation away from your family. Now, I’m here to see him in person. I want to spend time with our son… today.”

Karena huffed. She felt like the last bit of energy was draining out of her and she had no strength to do anything about it. She wants and needs for him to be gone before her husband come back home early.

“Fine. When are you bringing him back?”

“It should be an hour before his bedtime,” Xander smirked.

Karena shook her head, knowing that meant whenever he felt like bringing him back. She called out to Michael to grab his things because he was going out for a ride with Mr. Xander.


When I heard my mom calling out to me to pack my things, my first thought was I was going to spend the night with someone. But when I went downstairs and saw her with her arms folded appearing upset standing next to Mr. Xander, I knew something else was going on.

“Yes, mom?” I asked her, raising an eyebrow. I needed to know why I was packing my things and for what.

“Michael, you are going with Mr. Xander for a day. So pack whatever you want, okay?”

Before I could say something, Mr. Xander interrupted.

“Pack an overnight bag, just in case,” he said.

“For what?” I wanted to know.

“Well, there’s a lot we’re going to do today. Pack an overnight bag just in case it runs over into the next day.” The way he spoke that let me know that I may or may not like it.

So I nodded and turned to leave, but not before I saw my mother glaring at the dude like she wanted to yell at him about whatever. I don’t know what is up with those two, and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed that until now.

After I threw some things like two shirts, jeans, socks, underwear, that sort of thing along with toiletries, I called my best friends, Craig and Cynthia to let them know I would be out for today. I know they would be pissed since this is a last-minute thing, but they’ll understand.

When I came back to the living room with my tote bag, I noticed my mom and Mr. Xander staring at each other like they were telepathically having a conversation. I didn’t know what to make of it, and it gave me vibes that they share or once shared some type of love for each other. I cleared my throat and they immediately broke contact to look my way.

“Ready, son?” Mr. Xander asked me.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, wondering why he seems to take great pleasure in calling me, son. Like damn, yeah, I am somebody’s son but not his.

We rode around for like thirty minutes before we ended up at the Robert Mueller Airport. I glanced around through the side window wondering why we were here. A look of puzzlement settled on my face because no one told me we were going to take a flight. Or maybe he was picking someone up like his sister like the last time. All I know is, the vibes I was picking up didn’t feel right.

Don’t get me wrong. I like hanging out with the guy and I have been since I was maybe six or seven. Off-and-on was more like it, and I would constantly hear my parents argued a lot with Mr. Xander’s name coming up just as much.

“Michael, we are going to take a short flight to Austin on my private jet.” When he saw my eyebrows raised up to my forehead, he added,

“Hear me out. We are going to do something different this time. Remember when I told you it was okay to be spontaneous and to do something entirely different than before, well this is it.” He actually said that with a huge smile and twinkled eyes like he had some big secret up his sleeve. I just nodded, feeling some type of way about it.

After we retrieved our bags from the trunk, we walked to the back of the airport. Once there, we got on a white jet with black stripes, and inside was impeccable. I have never been inside a jet before- private or commercial, and I really wish I could have brought Cynthia with me. She would love this!


The day went by smoothly and sort of fast, and I am not complaining either. The activities we did with his family had brought so much fun and joy, I didn’t want to leave. His family really believes in having fun at the highest level. They also like doing things as a family, and they are so tight-knit.

Now that the day was nearing an end, I settled into the cotton sheets and brought the white and yellow bedspread over my shoulders and stared at the ceiling. No matter how much of a great time I had today, I’m still worried about what my dad Jarren told me last night and I haven’t seen him for breakfast.

The next day around five in the evening, Mr. Xander pulled into the Gulf gas station. When I took a peek at the fuel gauge, I saw that it was above the halfway mark. And we are less than thirty minutes from my house. I know we weren’t stopping for gas and the way he steered the car away from the gas pumps to park near a telephone booth, so many things ran through my mind.

“Michael, I have something to tell you.” He started off to say.

“Yeah?”

He turned his full body to face me. He had a solemn expression on his face like something was weighing heavy on his mind.

“This is something I wanted to say for so long. And, it is killing me to get it off my chest. After having a quick talk with your mom yesterday before we left, she told me that it was revealed that your dad, Jarren isn’t your father.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah. I found out the previous night. Why did my mom tell you?” I wanted to know. I knew they were friends, or whatever they are, no one told me, but their weird friendship is making me question a lot of things. And just like with my sibling, we were taught not to get into grown folks’ business.

“Because she-” he paused, and then sighed. He cocked his head to the side and stated, “Michael, I am your father.” He said it with such a straight face I couldn’t help but laugh. I threw my hands over my face and continue to laugh.

“Michael, I’m serious. You know what? Let’s get you home and get our answer while we’re at it. Shall we?” Mr. Xander was serious. I can see it in his eyes. For as long as I have known him, when he was serious, he was serious. He had joked around about things before, but this new to me.

Arriving at my house, I saw my mom walking up and down the driveway glancing down the street probably looking for me. My dad, well, my dad Jarren, or whatever it is I can call him, was bent down digging up something by a bush. When they saw the car stopped by the sidewalk, they paused.

I saw a look of horror stretched across my mom’s face. And my “dad” Jarren appeared angry as he would normally be when I’m gone too long without him knowing about it. When I got out and got my tote bags and extra bags for myself and the family, Mr. Xander rose out of the car like he was on a mission.

Next thing I knew, my “dad” angrily approached him and started shouting.

“What the hell your ass doing here?”

“Excuse me, Jarren. Karena, tell Michael that I’m his biological father.” When Mr. Xander said that, we all looked to my mom who just stared back at us.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cynthia walking up. Damn, if only I knew before now.

TO BE CONTINUED.

©2020 Pamela E. Hester

 

April Writing Challenge- Day 3: Top 3 Pet Peeves, You Say? #AprilWritingChallenge


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Hmm. What can I say about pet peeves? Well, ahem, today’s challenge is about pet peeves, but the challenge asked what are my top three. Before I get into that let me start by saying that today is my birthday! And since quarantining is what’s needed, I am still trying to find out what I can do for my birthday while being at home. I should be used to this since before all of this I’ve been in the house- not by choice either. So, I’m making the best of it.

Now, time for those pet peeves. Though I have many, I can only name three. Darn it! Here goes:

1. Gossipy people who do more bad than good. Gossiping period is considered bad. But I am talking about the ones who caused more damage than they should and if they would have kept their mouth shut, lives and reputation could have been saved. It’s not just the gossiping that bothers me, it’s the people who do it like it’s their God-given right to do so. I remembered this time that would cross my mind occasionally is when instead of receiving help from “certain ones” I wound of homeless with a 16-month old child. Yes, I had asked for help. I was desperate enough to leave my child with them because we “know” them while I got myself together. I lost out on the job during that time and lost my place on the waiting list for public housing. Anyway, they chose to “talk” like they normally do, and most likely still do instead of helping. But, up to this day, they want me to play nice and come around. I only forgive them for myself but it is not that easy to forget. I just don’t get upset anymore, and I also left out a lot because of certain reasons. I guess I remembered when I would stick my neck out to help others, being there in someone’s time of need, and… Okay, moving on.

2. Know-It-Alls and Attention-Seekers First off, I’m not talking about the brainiacs; I love a smart brain. I don’t care to elaborate much on the Know-It-Alls and attention-whores, just know that they get under my skin more when they are deliberately trying to wear on me and want my constant focus on them. And the ones who would act like I don’t know something to the fact that I should dumb myself down for them. Been there done that. I feel dumb just thinking about it when I’m actually smarter than I- look. The attention-seekers, well, I guess it’s some type of behavioral disorder, but those type of people just makes me feel like I have to succumb to their wants, when I just want to give them a warm bottle of milk instead of saying or doing something I would regret.

  1. The last thing, of course, is when someone who is mean, rude, all of those types of things to others for no reason whatsoever. Like being mean to someone because they don’t like that person’s age, race, background, you get the point. Sometimes I feel like I should just mind my business. Though if I hear it and I’m home or someplace like this, I can’t help but say, “can you just back off.” I have heard someone say that this man was gross and he deserves to catch AIDS and die because he was supposedly dating a man. And another time I heard someone mentioned that this woman deserves to fail with her kids because she left her abusive husband and took herself and her children out of a toxic and abusive environment. My blood tends to boil like a person can’t possibly get meaner than that. I don’t like seeing someone getting a door close in the face by a person who saw them coming through the door. People who judge and mind other people’s business fall in this category because I can only name my top three pet peeves and I will stop now before and end up naming more peeves.

I hope you have enjoyed my…uh…pet peeves. I would love to know what you think of them and if you like to share yours with everyone, we would love to read them.

Thank you for reading. Stay tuned for Day 4 as I share about someone who inspires me.

An Interview With My Main Character (Trenton) #MondayBlogs #amwriting


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Going back through my character development, here’s an interview I had with my male main character named Trenton Devereaux.

1. Tell us a little about yourself.

Hi lovelies, I’m Trenton Devereaux from Cherry Gardens in Jamaica. I’m 21-year-old, go to college in Columbia, S.C., have an infant son, and I’m a no-nonsense type of person; so don’t come at me with the b.s. Just kidding.. but don’t.

Anything else? 

Anything like what? Guh, you are so nosy. Well… I’m being a suspect in a murder case. They said twenty-so people was killed up the interstate in a warehouse, but I know nothing about that. (He shrugged nonchalantly, twisting his mouth.) Next question.

2. Okay, what is it that you love most about life?

Hmm, I love how well my son is doing. He’s five months old now, and my family is very supportive. God bless them. I love how my girlfriend and I came, uh… I mean, how far within a year’s time. We had drama, cheating, drugs, and negative people coming between us, yet we fought and fought and we’re still together.

3. That is great you two are still together. Which brings me to my next question: How do you decide if you can trust someone?

Ah, well, to me a person has to earn trust, just like they would with respect. I give every person a starting chance, unless I initially picked up bad vibes from them, just like I’ve done last year… anyway, I go by their actions, to sum it up if I can trust them or not.

4. What three words best describe your personality?

Strong, ambitious, and a risk-taker.

5. What are your greatest talents?

(Smiling.) Well then, since you asked, dancing for one. I love moving to the beats in dancehall music, ska and ska jazz. If you aren’t sure what ska is, look it up; I’ll be here all day just talking about it, or you can come to a dance club I know to show you what it’s like.

Hmm… other talents: singing, writing poetry, I can cook my ass off, la-dee-da and the last is for my woman to know. LOL!

6. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would that be?

Not a damn thing.

7. What is your typical day like?

I start my day off by tending to my son, then I would meditate since I need it more than ever now. Some light yoga or a run, breakfast; depending on the day, school, or work.

I also use my time to render aid in the community. It doesn’t matter how much money you have; you still need to do something; whether it’s through donation, raising money, or doing volunteer work. I use my free time to help others.

8. What are your greatest fears?

I fear losing someone close to me in any way, whether it’s death, to the law, or whatever; it would tear me apart.

9. What or who is the greatest love of your life?

You should know who, but I will say it, Paris is the greatest love of my life along with my son. She has been there through thick and thin, loves my son as her own, and had shown me what real love is. I’ll give her the world if I could. I’ll do anything I can for her.

10. When and where were you the most happiest?

(Smiling endearing) The happiest time of my life thus far is the birth of my son. Wow, T.J. makes my heart swells up with joy and makes me work harder every day to do right by him. He’s so precious, mon; even though his mom schemed into being pregnant with him, it doesn’t change how I feel about him like most guys would to a girl who trapped them. I love that kid so much. (Sniffling)


This concludes my interview with Trenton. I had more questions to asked, but his schedule was tight. Will there be a second interview for a more in-depth look into his life?- I’ll have to check with his people. (Wink)

P.S. I do have an interview with Miss Paris Thompson herself. She’s the female main character and Trent’s girlfriend. You can find her interview here.

I hope you enjoyed Trent’s interview and if you have any questions of your own you would like for me to ask, please feel free to ask in the comments.

Thank you and enjoy your day!

© 2016 Pamela E. Hester