Southern Comfort

By La Jill Hunt

I hate this place. I hate these wannabe, thug ass niggas. I hate these wannabe fly, ghetto ass girls. I hate this cold ass weather. Everybody wanna be somebody important and really ain’t shit. I hate New York and I just wanna go home. I wanna go back to Atlanta, where people are courteous enough to speak and man enough to look you in the motherfuckin’ eye. Where you don’t gotta have the same blood running through your veins to be considered family; just being true to who you wit makes you a member. I wanna go where it’s hot in the summer and winter. I wanna go home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: La Jill Hunt
• Release date: Jul 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781301384792

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Southern Comfort

by La Jill Hunt

© Copyright La Jill Hunt 2011

Published by Kingstowns Publishing at Smashwords

Kingstown Publishing

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This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places and incidents is entirely coincidental.

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I hate this place. I hate these wannabe, thug ass niggas. I hate these wannabe fly, ghetto ass girls. I hate this cold ass weather. Everybody wanna be somebody important and really ain’t shit. I hate New York and I just wanna go home. I wanna go back to Atlanta, where people are courteous enough to speak and man enough to look you in the motherfuckin’ eye. Where you don’t gotta have the same blood running through your veins to be considered family; just being true to who you wit makes you a member. I wanna go where it’s hot in the summer and winter. I wanna go home.

Sydni looked at the words she had written in her journal a little over five years ago. She was only fifteen years old then and she had been miserable. Her mother had decided to move back to Brooklyn after Nana Brown, Sydni’s great-grandmother, had passed away. Her mom sold Nana Brown’s house, packed Sydni, her twelve-year-old sister, Miriam, and her sixteen-year-old brother, Aaron, and they relocated. Sydni’s father was from New York and even though he was long gone, Sydni felt that her mother thought she had a chance of running into that sorry bastard if they headed up to Brooklyn. So far, they hadn’t. The move didn’t really bother Miriam or Aaron as much as it did Sydni. They both seemed as comfortable in the Big Apple as they were in the Peach State. Aaron excelled in sports and Miriam in socializing, so neither had a problem fitting in. But Sydni was shy. She kept people at a distance and made no effort to befriend anyone, even though people often commented on her beauty. She was continually mistaken for Puerto Rican, and she hated that fact too.

’Sup, Mami? Tu eres ta bella! one guy yelled from the passenger side of a car as she walked home from school one afternoon. She tried to ignore him, but he was persistent.

What? She turned to face him.

I’m sayin’, yo. What a brother gotta do to get wit a fly mami like you?

I don’t have any kids, so I’m not anybody’s mommy, yo! She rolled her eyes and kept going. Suddenly, the guy jumped out of the car and ran to catch up with her.

I’m sorry. I thought all of you Hispanic chicks liked to be called mami.

Well, guess what, stupid? I’m not Hispanic. Everyone with light skin and long hair ain’t from Puerto Rico, so I don’t speak Spanish. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a life to get on with. She eyed him from head to toe and brushed past him again.

Damn. If that accent wasn’t so sexy, I would be pissed at you and your bitch ass attitude. But I guess a brotha gotta take the good with the bad. What’s your name, Shorty? He was walking next to her at this point, matching her swift stride. She tried to speed up, but he stayed right next to her.

What do you want? Can’t you see I got somewhere to go? she asked without looking at him.

Come on, D, let’s roll. Leave that trick alone! The driver pulled beside them and yelled out of the window. Sydni rolled her eyes at him and bit her tongue instead of cussing him out. No home training. None of these niggas got home training.

I’m saying, yo. I just wanna know your name. The guy, whose name she assumed was D, continued.

Just leave me alone. I ain’t bothering you, so you don’t have to bother me. They got to the corner and to her disappointment, they had to stop for traffic. She was two blocks from her house and she was not trying to put up with D’s company the remainder of the way. She pushed the button on the light pole several times, hoping the WALK signal would light up so she could keep moving.

That ain’t gonna help. You still gotta stay here with me a few more minutes, the tall, lanky figure said sarcastically. Sydni turned to face him, preparing to cuss him out, but as she looked at him, she paused. He was dark as hell and his skin was smooth as silk. Sydni was almost attracted to him, but then he continued to be harassing as hell and anything she remotely felt about him diminished instantly. He was a typical broken English, every-female-wanna-get-wit-me, I’m-hard-cuz-I’m-from-New-York-and-that-makes-me-a-gangsta hoodlum.

Look, I ain’t playing wit you. Leave me alone, or else! she yelled as the light changed and she crossed the street. Her anger seemed to excite him.

Or else what? He laughed.

Or else you gonna have to deal wit me. Now leave her alone! The voice came from behind them. Sydni turned and was secretly relieved to see Aaron standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He approached and stood beside her like he was her bodyguard.

Who the hell are you? Sydni’s follower squared his shoulders and asked Aaron.

None of your business. Now leave her alone.

Nigga, fuck you. I don’t have to do shit. I was just asking your girl what her name was. She the one that got a bitch ass attitude.

Then leave her the fuck alone and you don’t have to worry about what kind of attitude she has. Aaron took a step toward him. Sydni put her hand on Aaron’s shoulder in order to stop him.

"Forget him, Aaron. Let’s just