Karma Brown Chapter 7

The bell rung, finally. While everyone went to his or her classes, Chris, Sean, Kevin, Kyra, and me all went to the office. We sat down while Sean went and got our schedules. He came back and passed them out. Right when we were back to head out, the secretary called Kyra and me back inside. "I know this is your first day. So take heed to my warning, do not wear those shirts ever again at this school." She said sternly. But really her warning went in one ear and out the other. The guys were still waiting when we came back out. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

My floor was on the third floor, only a few stragglers were in the hallway. I went to my locker and grabbed the things I needed and put the things I didn’t need in my locker. I opened the door to my first class and was shocked to see Daquan and Monique in honors classes too. Turn’s out, at this school they have different grades mixed together. The teacher was at the white board writing down some equations. She turned around when the door shut behind me. "Well you must be Miss. Brown." She said in a warm and welcoming voice. "Yes I am and you must be Mrs. Toni." I said smiling and in the same tone she did. The whole class started to laugh and so did Mrs. Toni. "Yes I am. Why don’t you sit right between Daquan and Monique, I will be right back with you notes and books." Mrs. Toni said.

I sat beside them. Mrs. Toni came back and passed out some note books and a handbook. She told the class to copy the problems that were on the board, and do them. I got done with the assignment in 10 minutes. "Man how you get done so fast?" Monique asked. "I was a honor student at my old school. This work is like a piece of cake." I told her. Daquan looked at me and said. "I can’t believe you slapped Madison Jenkins on your first day." He whispered. "I don’t care if it’s my first day, second day, or last day. I don’t take shit from nobody." I said. "Besides she got what was comin for her by the way people talking." Daquan turned back towards his work and finished. When he got done I turned toward him and said.

So was that your way of asking me out?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. "It depends, is your answer yes?" He asked. "I guess I could be your girl." I said showing of my pearly whites. The smile on Daquan’s face made it look like he won the lottery. For the rest of the period we took notes.

My other four classes were a breeze. Finally the bell rung, telling us fourth period was over and it’s time for lunch. To my surprise Monique and Daquan’s lockers were next to mine. On our way to the café, Travon and this other dude named Aundre joined the crew. When we got to the café my eyes got big. Everyone was all over the place. Back in Baltimore we sat in our clique. Daquan put his arm around me and sia. "You don't mind if I sit with fella's today?" I look at him and smile. "No, but I gets to sit with ya tomorrow." He gives me a sly smile. "No doubt." He says bending down and kissing me on the cheek. After gettin our food, . Monique leads me to a round table that already had three girls at it. There were two chairs left, Monique and I grabbed them and sat. "Karma this is my crew. Neenah, Nychel, and Mia." Monique said pointing them out to me.

I noticed something at this table that we all had in common. We were all FINE. I mean all the boys would say Dayummm if we were in Baltimore. I mean you had, the brown sugar and light brown eyed Karma, to the full lipped, golden complexion Neenah, to the light brown, long-legged Monique, to the dark skin, cute gap-tooth Mia, and the jet-black, smooth skin Nychel. Yes in deed we were the cutest thangs up in here. "Karma me got ta ask tu a question." Nychel asked in her cute Jamaican accent. "Wass up?" I said. "Zis may sound weird, but me got ta know. Why tu so sezy?" Nychel asked. I was shocked by the question, but I answered anyway. "I guess my exotic eyes and glowing honey caramel skin came from my mom. I got my notorious booty and hips from the Creole blood that runs in my family. My luscious chest came from the god of body. The long, silky, jet-black hair comes from my dad." I said satisfied with my answer.

The girls looked at one another and nod their heads like some type of sign. "Ask her Moni." Mia said breaking the silence. "Ask wat?" I asked. Monique looked at me and took a deep breath. "Karma we have a all-girl clique called Sexy Mamma’s. We want to know if you want to join." Monique said. "It’s just the four of us, well five if you join. Basically all we do is hang out, go to parties together, shop together, have sleepovers, and gossip with eachother. And we are the sexiest thangs in the 9th grade. That’s why we are called Sexy Mamma’s." Neenah explained to me.

"Are there any tasks that need to be done?" I asked. "Yeah, but you already did it." Mia said. "I did. Wat did I do?" I asked totally confused. "Tu managed to get on Madison’s hate list. Tu also date ze hottest boy in ze 10th grade. Nobody can do that, but us anyway." Nychel said. "Then how come one of yall aint dating him?" I asked. "We have two reasons: one we already have boyfriends and two, we aint into that weed- sellin, weed-smoking mess." Monique said. "He is also mean, rude, and straight thug, ghetto, hood, wat ever you wanna call it." Neenah said. "Look we have our own personalities and we need one more to complete the group." Mia said. "Wat you mean by that?" I asked. "We mean by our attitudes and how we present ourselves. Nychel is the foreign one, Neenah is the rich one, Mia is the fast one, and I am the talkative one." Monique explained to me. "So wat would I be?" I asked. "Tu would be ze ghetto one. Ze girl thatz down for the ride. Ze girl everyone knows not to mess with. Tu also got something that shows you are straight ghetto." Nychel said throwing her tray away. The bell signaling break rung. "What’s that?" I asked. "Tu are from ze ghetto. Ze slang tu use, ze way tu dressed, even ze way you wear your hair." Nychel said touching my braids. It was true I was ghetto to the heart. "So is that how Daquan is?" Straight ghetto to the heart, like me?" I asked hoping they would say no. "Yes he is. Ghetto to the heart." Monique said.