Real Atl Tales: Book 1: Sedeja Brooks

By Kite Miles

This is a series of stories of da lives of girls in da streets of da ATL growing into women. Da first book tells of Sedeja Brooks, born and raised in Atlanta, GA. Her upcomings and shortcomings describe life wen she becomes a single mother looking for family, happiness, and a way to make ends meet. All books in this series are based on true stories. Heres life as we kno it, straight from da A. Go head Sedeja...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483620572

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REAL ATL TALES

BOOK 1: SEDEJA BROOKS

BY

KITE MILES

Copyright © 2013 by Kite Miles.

ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4836-2056-5

Ebook 978-1-4836-2057-2

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Rev. date: 04/08/2013

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This book is dedicated to Stacy Mallet, my fifth grade English teacher who introduced me to the joys and my gift of writing. Much thanks.

1

I think I slept wit maybe three boys in high school. The catch was, for each of those three times, I only let dem hit for ’bout ten seconds. I was sumthin’ like a tease. So much, dat I didn’t consider myself anything but a virgin until after I graduated high school.

The summer after graduation, I met Anthony. Actually, we met at da gym when I was 12 years old. We only talked on da phone den. Once I was old enough to drive, I started going over his house. We had many smoke sessions dat summer. They even had purp! In da trap, we played loud music and just chilled. Anthony’s mom was cool and she could cook, too. She didn’t mind us chillin’ in Anthony’s bedroom either. So, this is wen I officially lost my virginity. Da summer was short and sweet, tho. Then I had to move downtown to go to college, so we broke up.

Who am I? Sedeja Brooks, straight from da ATL. I’m 18 years old and living in my own apartment. Now I could live like I wanted. I was riding MARTA now, so I stayed in da streets. I went to school in da day and worked at da mall at night. So, I stayed on da bus. At night, I would have to ride from da Eastside back to downtown. Sometimes, I would meet a nigga at work wit a car who would drop me off. Dat was a gravy chance to smoke and ride thru da city.

Occasionally, I would drive my dope boy friend Tone around in one of his tight cars. He let me drive an Eddie Bauer Expedition to get sum food, his treat. One time, he let me hold dis tight, hot, all-white Infiniti for work. I was flyin’ down 20 on da expressway. After work, wen I had to drop da car back off in da trap in Edgewood, J’s ran up to da car thinkin’ I was Tone. I was livin’ da life good.

I had company on occasion. Sometimes, my girls and I would walk a couple blocks to a friend’s house to chill. I had like 10 two-night stands dat first year. A two-night stand is like a one-night stand, only we met up twice before calling it quits. I was not only going to school, but I was a workaholic. I kept a job, although it was mostly part-time, struggling, barely making money type of work. In fact, I had two jobs. Then, I met my baby daddy.

Girl, I’m gettin’ a cat suit! said Nay, while pickin’ out an outfit for a rap concert we were goin’ to dat night.

Me too. I wonder what size I am? I said, not quite as excited.

We got to da club dat night and it was krunk. Da show was good, and da crowd was buck. People were bowing and swaying making you stumble. You could have got trampled in da club dat night. I met a couple guys and exchanged numbers dat night. I went to see one of ’em, but he wasn’t my type. Da other one, I ended up dating a few times. Den, we started goin’ together and started fuckin’. A month later, I got pregnant wit my first child.

Now, I was livin’ on da Southside. Before I got pregnant, we were smokin’ good, drankin’ good, and eatin’ good. Once I found out a baby was on da way, I just ate good! Now, my family was created after nine months. It was fun, too. However, nine months after my baby was born, me and baby daddy broke up. I had to move from his place back wit relatives for about eight months until I found my own place. Once I moved, I wanted to start a happy new life and change for da better. It was time to start searchin’ for a new man, or at least sum friends.

As for havin’ a child and tryin’ to date, it was a little challenging. I would have to share my attention, but not put anyone before my child. I also didn’t want my child to meet everyone I dated, just da ones dat wanted to look out for us. My baby daddy would pick up my child on da weekends, so he could spend time. He got on my nerves, tho because he barely wanted to spend money for child support. I kno for a fact dat time and money are two different things. My bitterness towards my baby daddy is probably wat keeps me from gettin’ a new man because of da drama. I have to deal wit bullshit and being belittled. I needed a social makeover because I do want to eventually have a happy family of my own. I just know I never wanna go thru da bad I went thru wit a baby daddy ever again.

Before meetin’ any new niggas, I tried to give an old friend a chance. Stoney was someone I met in high school dat I liked but had never pursued. It was too awkward dating a friend because no sparks flew. I tried to have sex wit him for da first time in my new place, but it wasn’t good. After dat, we lost contact. I met another Stoney about a year later and he was one of da best I ever had. He knew how to fuck and he was a big nigga. He was too hot of a hot boy tho, and we lost touch.

Den, I was big pimpin’. I had four cutty buddies, none who I really liked. I just messed wit ’em until I met Sam. Sam was a dope boy just gettin’ out and somehow we hooked up. He called me and I don’t know how he got my number. We talked a lil’ while, and next thing I know, I was pickin’ him up and ridin’ out. He was a good fuck and he stayed on. After three months tho, we called it quits. I thought he had burned me, but lookin’ back, I don’t know if it was him or not. I probably should have found out da truth before I left him hangin’. He was fine, so I missed out on sumthin’ good.

After Sam, I had my first menage’ trois. Da first nigga was long and knew wat he was doin’. Da dick lasted for over 15 minutes. Da second nigga came in and was super short. Plus, he couldn’t get his lil’ thing up. Dat part was a disappointment. So, next I tried clubbing.

I hit one club downtown on a Wednesday night and met Black. After we called each other for a few days, I was pickin’ him up from da Eastside. He was cool tho, because he always put sum gas in my car. We had a lot of fun, but it was over real soon. Black was a hoe, and kept askin’ me to hook him up wit one of my homegirls. So after three months wit Black, once again, I had to let a good one go.

My neighbor across da street named Bo, became my new interest. He had a fade back den, but now he got dreds. We kicked it for about seven years, off and on. I had to cut him off wen he moved across town because I would go to pick him up, and he would stand me up. It happened more than three times, and I’m sorry but three times is da limit!

Okay. Now I was single and lonely. I decided to start playin’ on da Westside. I went to a friend’s party on Bankhead in da projects. After dat, I started hangin’ out there regularly to see who I could meet. I ended up meetin’ Boonk, and he was a baller in da projects. We kicked it a couple times, smokin’ and eatin’ good, but he was too hot of a hot boy too, and stopped callin’. He did have da best gangsta of anyone I knew tho. I fucked wit him wen I was makin’ plays for a minute.

Da bills were high, so I decided to move to a bigger, yet cheaper apartment. I still lived on da Southside, but was always on da Westside. Dat’s wen I met and fell in love wit G. I met G outside in da parking lot of a club one Saturday night. I gave him my number and he called me real fast. He was livin’ in da Bluff at da time we met. Wen we rode around town, he would shoot his pistol out da window. About a month after we met, he moved in wit his cousin to da same projects where Boonk stayed. Boonk lived on one side of da highway, and G lived on da other side. I can’t really say I was big pimpin’ den because me and Boonk weren’t talkin’ wen I met G. I did run into Boonk one day in da hood tho, and we did fuck back at my apartment wen I was talkin’ to G. I didn’ feel bad tho, because I knew G was doin’ his thang, too.

G was da finest nigga I ever seen in my life. I couldn’t believe he wanted me because he could have had any girl in da A. We talked and stayed cool for over a year. He had me on cloud nine. I definitely thought I was da shit then. We were livin’ in two cribs and