A Girl From Flint Read Online Free

for the new school year.”
    Tasha smiled. She loved Ms. Pat as if she was her own mother. Ever since she could remember, Ms. Pat had been there for her.
    Ms. Pat knew about Tasha’s mother and thought Tasha was too good of a girl to have to go through that, so her door was always open to Tasha. “Why don’t you go tell Amra to hurry her slow butt up before this food gets cold?”
    Tasha laughed at Ms. Pat and ran up the stairs and into her friend’s room.
    Amra looked into her mirror and saw Tasha enter the room. “Hey, girl. Do these look right?” She turned around to look at her ass in the mirror. She was wearing skintight Baby Phat jeans and a matching wife-beater.
    Tasha shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, you look good, so get out the mirror and let’s go.”
    Amra put on her gold hoop earrings and went extra slow just to irritate Tasha. “I’m so tired of school. One more year of this bullshit, and then I’m grown.” She grabbed her bookbag off her bed.
    They walked downstairs then into the kitchen and sat at the table. They ate breakfast together, then headed out the door for school.
    â€œWhat classes you got?” Tasha asked.
    Amra reached into her bookbag, pulled out her schedule, and handed it to Tasha for her to compare.
    â€œDamn, we don’t even have any classes together.” Tasha handed both schedules to Amra.
    â€œThat’s because you taking some hard-ass classes. You know I go for the easy A’s,” Amra said, half-joking.
    Tasha was only in the eleventh grade, but she was taking twelfth grade English and science. Those were her best subjects, so it really didn’t intimidate her. Because of her dysfunctional home life, she threw herself into school and worked extremely hard to make sure her grades were on point. “Whatever! Just meet me after school.”
    They parted ways, and Tasha walked to her English class. She walked in and took a seat near the back of the class.
    Soon after, the teacher walked in and said, “Hi. I’m Mr. Benton, and I would like to welcome you all to my class. Now, one of you is joining this class as a junior,” he said as he looked for his attendance sheet. “Tasha Parks?”
    Tasha raised her hand. “Yeah, that’s me.”
    â€œIt’s nice to meet you, Tasha,” Mr. Benton stated. “Now, since you’re a junior, I’m sure you will have some questions regarding some of the writing techniques used in this course, so I want you to feel comfortable asking anything you like,”
    Tasha smiled back. Damn! He ain’t have to put me on blast like that! “Okay.”

    After school, Tasha and Amra met up and began to walk home. “Did you see ol’ boy today?” Tasha asked Amra.
    Just as Amra was about to respond, a group of girls came up to them. “Ain’t you the little bitch that tried to talk to Dre today?” one of them asked.
    Amra stopped walking and looked at the girl. “Yeah. Who is you?” Amra wasn’t a fighter, but she had the mouth of one.
    â€œBitch, I’m his girlfriend, and you need to stay your young ass out his face.”
    The girl was getting closer and closer to Amra’s face, and Tasha didn’t want her friend to have to fight. She said, “Look, she didn’t know that Dre even had a girlfriend, so you need to be checking him about that, not her.” She tried to sound as nice as she possibly could, not wanting to start beef with anybody, especially not with a senior.
    Amra, surprised that Tasha had said anything, looked at her. Ahh shit! We both about to get our asses beat! She looked at the crowd of girls gathered around them and clenched her fists. Shit, if I’m gonna fight, I might as well just hit her first.
    A girl walked through the crowd and stepped in the middle of the confrontation. “Sade, chill with this shit,” she said.
    Sade replied, “Honey, this