Silly Sixteen: We Lived, so You Could Learn

By Octavia Ann Davis

Based on a true story, five friends will struggle with the consequences of their decisions concerning sex, friendships, money, and relationships. Tiffany is the glue of the four but loses control of herself in the middle of helping others. She is able to mature and learn from her errors, but there is one relationship that will cause a mistake that can never be erased. She must find a way to move forward in life without letting it mentally kill her. The double-minded young lady is now force to trust God in leading a way out of no way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Oct 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781490716329

Octavia Ann Davis

Octavia Ann Davis is not only an author, film writer, and director, but is also an inspiring motivational speaker. She is interested in uplifting women’s self-esteem and embracing their self-worth. The native Atlanta, Georgia, resident is originally from Chicago, Illinois, where she began expressing her feelings through poetry at age eleven. There is a lesson to learn in each book or film she creates and believes changing lives with her pen is her purpose for being.

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Silly

Sixteen

OCTAVIA ANN DAVIS

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Silly Sixteen

To My Readers

ALL Young Women

Brittney Scott

&

Deborah Johnson

"It’s important a girl

knows her value."

Book is dedicated to all the special

Girls in the world.

Chapter One

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O h my God, it’s the middle of the night and this phone is ringing sooooo super loud. Half asleep, I read five a.m. backwards on the alarm clock. Thank God my mother is sleep. Hello, I answered with a raspy voice. Hello, may I speak to Tiffany please? Speaking, who is this? I asked. It’s me, Anthony. What’s wrong and why are you calling here so late Anthony? He paused without answering. Umm, when was the last time you talk to Darius? Last night, why? I asked. Look, I know it’s late and everything but I need to get in touch with him. I mean, I can’t wait another night. Tiff, do you know that nigga owe me money? I’m sitting here in college broke as hell because he is dodging my phone calls and shit. I can’t even pay my phone bill. I’m on my home boy cell phone right now. Darius is not answering his phone and I guess he thinks if he keeps dodging me that he won’t have to pay me my money back. You tell your boyfriend or better yet, my so call best friend to get his shit together. Anthony it’s late, I will give him a call tomorrow. As soon as I hung up my alarm went off for school.

It was the end of the summer and the beginning of a new school year in Tampa, Florida. This year I’m a proud high school senior. I walked to my 4th period British Literature class and spoke to a few folks from last year, then went to the back of the class with my girl Kayla. Hey girl what’s up, she said with a smile. We’re seniors this year and girl I can’t wait until homecoming. So what’s up girl, that’s a tight outfit but you know I look better in it, right Tiff? Shut up fool, I said as we hugged one another before taking our seats. Kayla what’s going on with Te-Te and that chump she creeping with? Tiff girl let me tell you, Te-Te is now eight months pregnant and you know she’s due at the end of September. Carlos punk ass talking about they should move in together. WHAT, she’s only seventeen, I said choking off the apple juice I was drinking. Kayla continued, Yeah girl, they talking about moving in together between now and Thanksgiving. Yeah, well, we will see how long that last, I said in such disbelief. You know what Tiff, what make it so bad is she knows he’s not about nothing. She just can’t seem to look pass him because she’s having his baby. Kayla continued, Te-Te was at his mother’s house for a dinner party and Carlos never showed up until 11p.m. that night. She called me on the phone the next day crying. So I asked her where he said he was at and she told me outside at his homeboy’s barbeque. She said Carlos forgot his mom was having a dinner party. I guess girlfriend was so busy worrying about him that she forgot it poured down raining on Valentine’s Day."

I decided to change the subject. So anyway did you find out about our senior fees because I seriously need a job? Yeah Tiff, our dues are five hundred and eight dollars. After she told me the cost of the dues, my stomach turned upside down. Our teacher was running very late, (for whatever reason) so I laid my head on the desk for the next thirty minutes until the dismissal bell rung.

I got up to stretch then begin walking towards the class room door. I turned around as Kayla followed behind me and whispered in her ear. I heard about you girl but I haven’t told anybody yet. Just know that I know and word is spreading around school fast. Slow yourself down, I said then walked ahead. A month of school quickly passed by and a job was desperately needed to my pay senior dues. I’ve spent most of my weekends and free time looking for work that would fit my school schedule. I was tired of watching my mother work like a dog every day to pay off bills in the house and have absolutely nothing left over for her. Today I came home early from my job search because my feet were hurting. Due to the phone constantly ringing, I couldn’t concentrate on my math homework.

Ma, I yelled from the crack of my bedroom door. The phone rang again. Ma, can you get it for me? I’m trying to bake some fish and cook dinner. It’s probably one of those nappy headed kids calling for you anyway, She yells from the kitchen. I answered the phone in frustration. Hello!!!!! Yeah what’s up, the familiar voice said. Nothing, why are you calling now, I said as if he should have called some time ago. What you talking about baby? Darius, you didn’t call me Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. I was with my cousin and spending time with family. You must think I’m stuck on dumb boy. You couldn’t pick one hour out of twenty-four hours for three days in a row to call me Darius? I’m sorry Tiff. Look outside your bedroom window. I looked outside my window and saw him in his car riding pass with three other guys in the car with him. I was about to come see you, but I see your mom’s car is outside he said. I don’t see how you thought you were coming to visit with other guys in the car. Sounds like a bunch of bull Darius. I’m going to call you back later, okay, Tiff? Yeah whatever, I said with a frustrated tone of voice. I love you, Darius oddly said. I didn’t say it back because he sounded suspicious. So I told him goodbye and hung up the phone. Five minutes passed before I realize he hasn’t said I love you in a very long time. So I called him back and asked him what he’s been doing all day. Darius? What’s up he answered? Darius who you been with because you’re guilty of something. Why you say that? Do you know how long it’s been since I heard you say I love you? Aight then, I won’t say it anymore.

Whatever your missing the point and another thing how come you’re not answering Anthony’s phone calls? I already told him I’m gonna send him his money and to not rush me. Okay but you know you’re wrong though. You know he don’t have money and he’s in college broke so why would you borrow money you can’t pay back? As a matter of fact Darius you’ve been neglecting a whole lot of people lately. Don’t call me back until you call Anthony and get it together. "Aight then, he said with ease then hung up in my face. I was so upset that I pulled out some paper and decided to lay across my bed to write.

Dear diary, I need to be honest with myself because I’m tired of being blinded by love. For some reason something deep inside of me will not trust my boyfriend. I love him to death because he is the only one I ever been with sexually and I plan on keeping it that way. But… . I often wonder if he has ever cheated on me or is he with another girl from time to time. Sometimes I wonder if I should have just listened to my mother a long time ago and left him alone. I closed my diary and went to sleep. The next day I came home from school and continued to write in my diary on the kitchen table. Dear diary, he’s mad at me now because I told him