Real Atl Tales: Quasheeda Price

By Kite Miles

This is book 2 of the series Real ATL Tales. The second book tells of Quasheeda Price, born and raised in the ATL. It shows her growing from a girl in the streets hustling into a woman as she searches for true love. She has some bad relationships in her past, but she never gives up on love. Quasheeda, tell your story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514435021

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Copyright © 2015 by Kite Miles.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5144-3503-8

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Rev. date: 12/15/2015

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My first love, Vincent, came to me wen I was in high school. Ninth grade. Back then, it was all puppy love. Wen I was 16 in 11th grade, he was my first. We stayed together all thru high school until I graduated. It was nice while it lasted.

Who am I? I'm Quasheeda Price, from da ATL. Born and raised on da Eastside. As I reminisce about Vince, I must say I truly loved dat boy. I can remember goin' out one night to da drive- in movies. They were closed where you buy da tickets at, but people was still out there watchin' da late movie. We looked on da billboard to find a movie on da radio station. Da entrance was closed, so we drove thru da exit to see da movie dat was playing. Hot boy and hot girl! You can't do dat now tho, because it will tear up your tires.

Anyways, so Vince and I kicked it for four years, all thru high school. Then we broke up. I was hurt by it, but I knew I had to move on. Dat was wen I started drinkin'...a lot. Most of my friends smoked, but I never liked it much. I'll hit it every now and then, but really, I am a guzzler.

As soon as I could start clubbing, I did. And I stayed in da club. Actually, I'm still goin'out on da regular. I love gettin' drunk, gettin' loose, and just havin' fun.

I tried college for a couple years, but it wasn't for me. I just couldn't get wit it. Plus, I needed money, so I decided I would just work. Being young and workin' to pay bills hardly added up tho. I had to hustle too, just to make ends meet. Some of my friends started trappin', so I decided to become a trap star myself. We was servin' at da store and we was gettin' it back then. We was makin' plays and hittin' da club heavy on da Southside.

Trappin' lasted not too long before I realized I needed a job. Da summer rolled around and I looked for work. I tried fast food, a grocery store, and a shop in da mall. None of those jobs made enough money tho. I needed cheese bad and da opportunity came soon.

At da end of da summer, my cousin Doe asked me to go on vacation wit him and his kids, his brother and his kids, me, and his brother baby mama's other kids. We all went to a vacation house in Florida. As we settled in, my cousin Doe and his brother Ace found a huge bag of green in da house. Da last people dat stayed in da spot must have left it. It looked good, too. It was light green. We smoked sum of it and found out it was gangsta. It was a jackpot. My cousins said they was gon' get rid of it. I was gon' get five stacks if I would help keep it on da low wat was found. Wen da owners of da bag came back, I would have to politic wit dem as if we didn' kno nuthin' about they bag.

Well, da next day, da people came lookin' for they shit. I just told dem it wasn't here and dat we didn kno nuthin' about it. They tried to say we owed dem $25,000 or they was gon' do sumthin'. I guess dats why my cousins left me in charge to speak on they behalf because I didn' know wat to damn say in dis situation. My ignorance worked tho, because they said they was comin' back. Next time, they would be deep. They didn' kno dat we was deep, too. They would be back for a surprise.

My cousins was still gon' out for a while. They hadn't made it back yet wen da people came back for da money or they shit. Da funny part was dat they showed up in a old, messed up car dat kept cutting off. Wen I talked to dem, I found out they would only be able to krank up one time to take off once they got wat they was lookin' for. In da car was two, tall 6'4 muthafuckers in da back seat. We had already called two of our folks to come to da house, too. And they was 6'8! Wen they pulled up, I said, Cool. Here they come now.

At da same time, my niece ran out of da house. They thought they was finna get sum money now. With niggas pullin' up and folks runnin' out da house, it was much commotion. In reality, da kids was playin in and out da house. They wanted to grab da money and run because they was scared. As our niggas got out da car, they krunk up their car. Since they did dat, they had to go head and pull off or they would be stuck and gettin' handled. They had to pull off empty handed. This gave my cousins enough time to trap it out.

Dat night, we left da vacation house and I was up five stacks. Dat would hold me over for a good lil' while. We stayed in a hotel for da nite. Then, we went home paid. Dat was a cool lil vacation.

A lot of time went by before I met a new man. After Vince, I clubbed and dated for about five years. I fucked around because I was single. Then, I met Deon. He was a balla dat, Liked wat he saw. Let him tell it. Deon and I been together for ten years and we have been thru a lot. He has other kids and wanted me to have his baby. I wasn't wit havin any kids before marriage tho.

Out of da ten years we been together, Deon and I have been livin' together for five years. Of course I'm wonderin' will he ever ask me to marry him. He hasn't budged. And since he hasn't budged, I decided it was okay to keep havin' friends.

I ended up finding a job as an airline reservation clerk da same time I met Deon. I love it and I