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Everything Is Gonna Be Alright
Everything Is Gonna Be Alright
Everything Is Gonna Be Alright
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Samantha embarks on an exciting but emotional ride as she is making her way around the curves and bends of life's changeable highway. Her feelings of joy, fear and confusion take her over the mountains and into the valleys, seeking out that one true love. Samantha continues to look for love in all the wrong places but always manages to come out a bit stronger and wiser on the other side.

Samanthas journey to adulthood is full of growing pains and Samantha is no stranger to the challenges of growing up. This book is a tale of Samantha who struggles with finding love, parenthood and developing a career. Set in Maryland upon graduation from high school, Samantha takes off to college and precedes to makes a series of poor life choices. Most of these choices leave her in a sequence of debauched situations. As we follow Samantha through her lifes journey, we see her struggle with finding herself and her true passion. Although Samantha has a number of lovers, Samanthas journey leaves her often battling her hearts desires to be with her one true love.
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Release dateOct 11, 2016
ISBN9781434361806
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    Everything Is Gonna Be Alright - Treava

    SCHOOL DAYS

    Chapter One

    When I had awakened in the morning, I could still hear the whining in my mother’s voice as she argued, yelled and questioned my father about his whereabouts. For some reason, I seem to dream about this on a regular basis. I don’t remember my father being around much when I was younger; considering he was in and out of jail most of my life. When he was around, you could almost guarantee there would be a fight with my mother. I could never understand it; my mother was keeping the family together, or at least trying to, and he did nothing but criticize.

    I remember always wishing that I had a dad around like all the other kids in the neighborhood. However, whenever he came around and got my mom upset, I would always pray that he would just go away forever. While my mother never talked badly about him, and she never actually said she wished he would go away, she always seemed somewhat happier when he was gone.

    Mom was always the laid-back, peaceful type. Even though she was struggling to take care of my sister, brother, and me, you never saw it on her face. She always appeared so content; you would swear everything was going fine.

    I always recall my mother working when I was younger. She always had at least two jobs, most of the time, three. Even so, my sister, brother and I still managed to play sports, go to movies, attend concerts, and maintain an extensive wardrobe. Mom would attend most of our sports games and she was always the driver at the school social events. I can recall one time when my mother was coming to pick me up at a local club for teenagers called Bull Shooters. I remember this night, because it was the same night that I was fighting with my cousin Missy. Missy was dancing, or you could call it grinding, with every brother in the club. Everybody was calling her freak body. Every time they played Go-Go music, (the local hometown DC style of music which included bands such as Chuck Brown and the Soul Searchers, EU, Rare Essence, and Junk Yard Band), she was on the dance floor, pumping her body or dancing on the floor with ten or more guys surrounding her. She was out of control.

    Bull Shooters was located in Bethesda, Maryland. It was a small nightclub geared for teens. No one over twenty-one were allowed into the club. It was set up with a bar that served all virgin drinks and sodas. We had a DJ, strobe lights, a dance floor, and mingling areas. It was a complete club setting, strictly for teens. The only problem was it was located in one of the most affluent section of town, and the community had big problems with the teens, the noise, and the music. Therefore, unfortunately, the lifespan of the club was about a year, if that long.

    There were so many of my friends at the club that night without a ride home, that my mother drove every one of them home. This was after she had just come home from her second job. I can only imagine how tired she was. Somehow, some way, Mom always found a way for us to survive and have fun. For some reason, we never knew we were poor.

    It was Monday morning, and I was getting ready for school. It was two weeks before the prom, and Mom still wouldn’t let me go with Troy because he was too old. Mom was very strict with me, because of my sister Tobata, or Tabby, as we would call her. Tabby was what we considered the wild one of the family. She was four years older than I and very popular. Everybody in the world knew Tabby. I didn’t even have a name; I was known as Tabby’s little sister. In high school, Tabby was a pom-pom, a cheerleader, and despite the fact that she was one of only three black girls in her senior class, she was also homecoming queen. Tabby had the looks, the brains, and the personality.

    Unfortunately, with all of Tabby’s popularity and looks, she felt the need to date the biggest hoodlum in Rockville, Maryland. His name was Shane and he was the leader of a gang. I never did understand it. She could have had any guy in Montgomery County, but she picked Shane. I guess it had something to do with his popularity, the most popular guy and the most popular girl; I guess that was it. Their relationship drove everyone crazy. It never failed; every weekend, someone would call or come to our house, telling us that Tabby was in a fight at a local club or party. She was either fighting with Shane, for Shane, or against Shane. Either way, she was always into something. Even worse was when I went out with her. Everyone thought that if she was fighting, I should help her. Therefore, people were always looking for me. Needless to say, I never would have been much help. I had all the mouth, but no action to back it up. Even though I always seemed to get into trouble when I was with Tabby, she kept things so exciting that I always wanted to go. I think I can thank Tabby for my don’t-take-no-shit attitude, because she never did. She was always so tough and strong. Between trying to be like her and hating most men because of my dad, I thought I was doomed to be alone.

    I spent half the morning trying to get the nerve to ask Mom again about going to the prom with Troy.

    Mom, have you given any thought as to whether or not I can go to the prom with Troy?

    Sammy (she always called me Sammy, while my friends called me Sam, both being short for Samantha) he is too old for you. You need to find someone your own age. I have let you go to the movies with him; I let you talk to him every day all day on the phone. I think that’s as far as your relationship should go. Why does he want to go to a prom anyway at his age?

    But, Mom, you don’t understand, I really like him. He is so nice, so smart. He really respects me.

    Sammy, when you turn eighteen, you can date whoever you want. But until then, you follow my rules. And I don’t want you going to the prom with him.

    "Dag, I can’t do anything. She makes me sick, I get no breathing space. You would think I was five years old. I should just be a nun."(I said under my breath)

    SAMANTHA do you have something to say?

    No, bye mom.

    On my way to school, sitting on the school bus, I tried to think of what I could do so that I could go to the prom with Troy. For six months, I had been dreaming about prom night. I was probably the only virgin within my group of friends, and I was going to make Troy my first. Girlhood fantasies are almost impossible to thwart. The believer believes in them no matter what anyone says. No matter of logic and common sense or any combination of the two was going to change my mind. Troy was the finest guy in Bethesda. Everybody thought he was white. At first, I had to deal with being called a sellout, crossover, and anything else people could think of. Actually, his mom was black, and his dad was white. You would have never known it by looking at him because he looked like a white man with curly black hair, baby-blue eyes, full lips, and full nose. And I sure loved him, white and all. I know it wasn’t puppy love either. I had such strong and genuine feelings for him at times I thought my heart would burst out of my chest.

    I will never forget when I met him. My best friend A.J. (her name was Alicia Jackson) and I were going to Giant supermarket one day for lunch, and he was loading bags in the car. The first time I saw him, I really didn’t pay much attention to him, but as A.J. tells it, he kept staring at me. I remember A.J. saying, Girl, that boy is looking at you ... better do something, because he is cute.

    I started trying to make eye contact. When we connected, Troy walked over to me, he asked me my name, then for my number. I acted timid and shy but I was fully prepared to give him both. The rest is history. We have been talking on the phone endlessly ever since.

    Chapter Two

    Troy is twenty-two; he drives a Ford Escort, is attending Montgomery College, in Rockville and works part-time at Giant Food. He plans on transferring to a school in California next semester. Troy is going to become a doctor; I know he will, because he is so smart. I just love the way he speaks. He talks so much, and half of the time, I am not sure what he is saying. He is the best thing that has happened to me. I don’t know why my mom can’t see that. Why can’t she see that an older smart guy would be so much better for me than one of the gang bangers or druggies my own age? But like I said, no amount of logic would dissuade her.

    Troy and I had become so close just by talking over the phone. We talk about everything; our wishes, our goals, and our dreams. He always talked about his dream to set up a medical practice in Africa. That was just like Troy, always trying to help people, trying to save the world. I have to admit I had no such ambitions. My only ambition was to hook up with this wonderful guy.

    I remember one night, I told my mother I was staying over at A.J.’s house, and I actually went to the movies with Troy. A.J. could stay out later than I could, and she could go on dates. So when she would go out, I would tell Mom I was staying at A.J.’s house, and then meet up with her later. While we were on our way to the movies, Troy spotted an old man with a broken-down vehicle. Troy stopped the car to help the man. When they realized they couldn’t fix the car, Troy continued to hang around until a tow truck came, and then offered the man a ride home. I was so mad at Troy. I was not into this do-gooder shit. I wanted to be with my man and go out on our date. I went through so much trouble to arrange it. I was fuming. We not only missed the movie and it was too late to see another, but by the time we dropped the old man off, I had to hurry to meet A.J. at her house before her mother went out looking for us. I yelled at him the entire ride back to A.J.’s, although I couldn’t stay mad, because he was my baby, even though he ruined our entire night together.

    The best part about Troy’s dreams of the future was that it always included me living with him as his wife. The young guys, even the ones with the smoothest line never talked about marriage. Marriage was for wussies. In his dream, we always had two kids, a girl and a boy. I was also

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