Real Atl Tales: Book 3

By Kite Miles

This is book 3 of da series Real ATL Tales. Da third book tells of Deynosha Davis, straight from da A. She is a boss in da streets. She stay gettin it how she live, no matter what. Even as life changes, Day will maintain. U all da way live Day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984544896

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Copyright © 2018 by Kite Miles.

ISBN:                Softcover            978-1-9845-4488-9

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Rev. date: 08/07/2018

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Please get other books in Real ATL Tales series.

Real ATL Tales Book 1: Sedeja Brooks

Real ATL Tales Book 2: Quasheeda Price

DEDICATED TO: ALL DA REAL ONES IN MY LIFE

I went to a different high school every year in da A. We moved a lot. So, my Grandma let me choose which school I wanted to go to. Dat was cool because I made a lot of friends. I’m Deynosha Davis. Everybody call me Day.

In 11th grade, I met my first babydaddy. We had went to da same middle school, but I didn’ remember him from there. Me and my homegirl was ridin one Saturday and I saw him grindin’. As we rolled past, he threw his arms up so we would stop. And we did.

He said his name Bank. He was tryin to holla at me. I asked him to spend sum so I could go to da mall. He gave me ’bout $200 and then I went ahead and gave him my number. Next thing I kno, we was together. I was his Main Girl. He looked decent.

At 17, I got pregnant and had a baby. Wen my baby was born, I looked at her and called her Beautiful. Da name fit. I decided to move in wit Bank to hav a family. Even tho we were together, we still did our thang. A nigga could hit me late nite and I would get up if he had a check. One nite tho, I pulled up by da spot to see if Bank was flexxin’ wit sum hoes. From where I was, I didn’ see nuthin’.

After a few years, me and Bank broke up. He had dat cake, but it wasn’t workin’ out. I had to get sumthin’ so I could raise my baby. He didn’t hav no job, so he only did a lil’ sumthin’. I worked to keep a roof over our heads. I got an apartment and was tryin’ to make it as a single mom. Sometimes, I would have friends come over, but there was no real man in my life. Soon shit got hard quick and things in my life changed fast…..

Back in da early ’90’s, we had an event down here called Freaknik. It was a big party all in da streets of da A around Spring Break every year. People came from everywhere to be at Freaknik.

Lots of niggas wit tight dope rides had loud music and bass. There was a lot of traffic, so folks would be gettin’ out they cars and walkin’ in da street. Or, they would hang out they car windows. Girls didn’t have on barely shit and men was tryin’ to grab all at you.

One year, I went to it and got much scrilla. We was in a parking lot downtown and sum niggas said they wanted to see me butt ass. So, I got on top of da car and did my thang. Dat was sum easy cake for me. Many of my friends were dancers. Now I saw why. It made me think about it…..

Everybody took lots of pictures and after it everybody wore a Freaknik t-shirt. Da shirts had ghetto art on da front of it wit people partying. Then on da back, there was slang and song lyrics. We was krunk in da A.

So after dat, I said fuck da bullshit. I’mma be a dancer. I needed da money because da jobs I had didn’t pay much. I kept a day job tho. By day I was a clerk, and by nite, I was in da strip club. They called me Daze.

I worked at a few different clubs wen I danced. Niggas loved to make it rain on me, and I was counting stacks. I had cake now and life seemed better. I kept a tight ride since I was gettin’ it.

Wen they had fights in da club, it was wild. Niggas mite come in there showstoppin’. You had to duck and get away from da drama. If da club closed for da nite, it fucked up paper. Nobody liked dat wen it was stormin’.

Workin’ in da club, I met a man named Rook. He had asked me and a few other girls to go outta town wit him to make money. I agreed to it because it was more work. I guess gettin’ paid has always been my thing. I don’t drink or smoke.

Sometimes to make extra, we would shake sum at parties. Plenty of niggas was in there. I had sum of my folks there incase sumthin’ popped off. It was sum hot shit. A lot of ballas tho.

I always dreamed of one day takin’ Beautiful to Disney World. I was so thankful dat we would finally be able to go. It made me smile to see her happy and havin’ so much fun. We had da best vacation. It was cool.

As 2000 rolled along, I was dancing at a club on da Westside. I met a balla in there one nite named A-Town. At first, he was ’bout to spend sum to hit. For sum reason, I was kinda feelin’ him tho. So, I decided not to follow thru wit dat. Instead, we ended up goin’ out and we dated. In a lil’ while, he was my nigga.

A-Town was a good one and he was ballin’. He was 100 and he had da best. We was livin’ da life and we both had bread. He had us ridin’ in a nice, big truck. We went out all da time. I loved goin’ out to eat, so we did dat. We would hit spots downtown on da regular. A-Town took us to Six Flags too.

We were together for a while. Then we broke up. Dat’s wen I found out I was pregnant. So, we got back together, and I decided to quit working at da club. I still kept my day job tho.

We were both excited about da baby. I didn’t kno if I was havin’ a boy or a girl. I just wanted a healthy baby. Wen da baby came, it was all good. Now I was feelin’ better about life even tho there had been so many dark days in my past.

A-Town was only around for our new baby a lil while before he had to go outta town for five or six years. I was hurt by it, but I had to stay strong for my children. I had to raise them on my own. I didn’t hav da big money dat I had gotten used to anymore. So, we struggled sum.

At this point in my life, I was searching for happiness. I got tired of living a life dat always seemed to lead to nothingness. I knew there had to be more to life. So, I decided to get in da church.

I was always spiritual, but I never had a relationship wit Jesus. Wen I decided to give my