Beyond the Teacher's Reach
By Zebony LaVie
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After making the biggest mistake of his life, David doesn't know if he'll ever be in his parent's good graces againJamal wanders the streets alone as he tries to figure out how to survive as a homeless teen Laura needs to escape from her abusive boyfriend, but needs someone else's help to do itAmanda may be able to help her brother find their long-lost mother...
This book is a compilation of short stories and poems for multicultural youth of today. Teens will find stories that represent situations that they or their friends are going through. As they deal with their issues they may face concerns that this book addresses. They may wonder where they should turn, or who they should turn to. This book a great gift for any teen who ever goes through something in life. In addition, it's perfect for camps, schools, and special programs.
Zebony LaVie
North Carolinian Zebony LaVie uses her unique insight and ability to provide literature that ministers to the heart, mind, and soul. She has worked with children and families for over eight years, focusing primarily on inner city and at-risk youth. As a tutor, mentor, and friend to the youth, she paid close attention to the challenges that they faced on a continual basis. She endeavoured to be a shoulder to lean on, offering advice whenever she could. Her writing reaches the youth of this day and time. It can be classified as very forward and direct; she faces their issues head on, instead of using the informational approach like so many others. Her work uses actual experiences and language that youth can relate to. Zebony LaVie believes that God granted her with the ability to reach a multifarious group of people. By providing her with the means and the educational background, she has been able to work with many different demographics. In 2006, she recieved a Bachelor of Science from Presbyterian College. Then in 2009, she achieved her Masters in Psychology from the University of Phoenix. Consequently, her educational background and experience enable her to combine "book smarts" with her personal experience in order to achieve an authentic voice that speaks directly to multi-cultural youth. Zebony LaVie currently resides in Charlotte, NC with her husband of three years, and their adoring son.
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Beyond the Teacher's Reach - Zebony LaVie
© 2011 by Zebony LaVie. All rights reserved.
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First published by AuthorHouse 06/06/2011
ISBN: 978-1-4634-0174-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4634-0102-3 (dj)
ISBN: 978-1-4634-0103-0 (ebk)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011907953
Printed in the United States of America
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Rodney Scot Stoner- Photographer & Trey Rigdon- Graphic Designer
Contents
Growing Up Fast
Daddy’s Girl
The Ultimate Decision
I Shoulda Listened To My Mama
THE V-CLUB
Burnin’ Up
Suburbia
SEXTING
They Called Him P. K.
I AM MODESTY
Tay Baby
Back In The Days When I Was Young . . . I’m Not A kid Anymore
ANGRY
Scarred
Mom’s Treasure Chest
Feeling Like Two Strikes
LOSING BYRON
The Action of Love
Outed
Surplus
Ain’t Nothing Precious About Her
On Top of The World
Just Clowning
Give Us Perfect Perfection
The Laying On Of Hands
Hotlines For Help
Abortion Facts: 1-800-395-HELP
Child Abuse Hotline: 1-800-4-A-CHILD
Homeless/ Runaway National Hotline: 1-800-231-6946
Mental Health InfoSource: 1-800-447-4474
National Adoption Center: 1-877-648-4400
National Child Abuse Hotline: 1-800-422-4453
National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-HOPE
National STD Hotline: 1-800-227-8922
National Suicide Hotline: 1-800-SUICIDE
National Teen Dating Abuse Help: 1-866-331-9474
National Victim Center: 1-800-FYI-CALL
National Youth Crisis Hotline: 1-800-448-4663
People Against Rape: 1-800-877-7252
I dedicate this book to the many teens that I’ve worked with throughout the years, I’ve seen the things you go through, and I know that this life is not easy. And to other teens and young people who feel hopeless and depressed, my prayer is that God speaks to you and meets you wherever you are, while you read this book.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
My Lord and Savior—I must thank my Lord, Jesus Christ, for granting me with the knowledge and the wisdom to pull this book off. I am so grateful for the countless second chances that He has given me in life. And I say, with absolute assuredness, that I am nothing without Him.
My Family And Friends—De’Toure, my loving husband, thank you. Thank you for putting up with me. And for enduring countless nights without me. You’ve been very patient. I appreciate the way you handled the many nights that I spent with my face glued to the computer screen, working diligently on this book. And to my happy, handsome, full of life two-year old son, thank you for allowing mommy to squeeze in some time to write here and there. I’m so fortunate to have a ball of life like you, to take breaks with when I need a few minutes away from my writing. To Grandma and Aunt Van, thank you for your prayers. Mom and dad, thanks for believing in me as a kid, and always knowing that I’d be a writer some day. I’m grateful mom, for the times (way back in the day) when you allowed me to stand in the kitchen and read to you while you washed the dishes. You paid attention to my stories and would get disappointed when they ended without an ending. Then you’d ask me where the rest of it was . . . I was always so anxious to read you what I’d written, that I didn’t bother completing the story first. The fact that you always wanted to hear more made me feel like a writer. Rickey, my eldest brother, thanks for always being there when I needed you. You really know how to make things happen! Davon, my other brother. I could write an intriguing book on your life alone, now wouldn’t that be a story! You’re currently on a journey, and I hope you turn everything over to God. I’m grateful that He’s working on you. And just because you’re gone from our physical presence for a while, does not mean that you’re forgotten. You’d better believe we think of you often. And thanks Charles, my brother from another. I appreciate you being my midnight phone call when I had so many questions about my subject material. You were there to assure me and help me through some tough decision-making. And to my other brother from another, from teenhood (you know who you are), thanks for always encouraging me to write. This wasn’t quite what we had in mind for my first book, but I’m so grateful that God placed an assignment such as this in my hands. I’m praying for you, always.
My Helpers—Thanks for giving a beginner a break! To my photographer, Rodney Scot Stoner, it has been a pleasure and a blessing. Your work speaks volumes. To Trey Rigdon, you are a mastermind with graphic design, thanks a lot for all of your help! And thanks to all my volunteer cover models, I appreciate you: Joshua Truong, Matthew Slyman, Maquasha Hawkins, Zaina Mujtaba, Quintin Nelson, Francis Lopez, and Claudia Green. And thanks to Zipporah Camille Thompson for all of your help, I appreciate your willingness to lend your hand and your talent. To Dartina, thanks for gently pursuading me to cut off some of my loose ends, I appreciate it. Thanks also to those who volunteered their life stories and experiences to help me gain an understanding of the many issues that today’s youth are going through.
My New Readers—Thank you in advance for allowing me to entertain and minister to you. You all will play a huge role in elevating me to new heights in my career.
Edited By: Dartina Hull
Growing Up Fast
The noise began softly but grew louder and louder. The tapping sound was irritating from the start. One of those bad-behind chaps was at it again. Little noisemakers, one would think they were all born at rock concerts.
The tapping had no rhythmic quality; it was sporadic and chaotic. The noise had moved from my ears to my head and was now pounding. The thumping seemed to shake my entire body. I rolled out of bed, kicked it out of frustration and stomped up the stairs. The three youngest children were sound asleep in their room. And I knew it wasn’t Shawnie or Betty making the noise because we shared a room. Betty was asleep. Shawnie was sitting on her bed, quietly coloring by her night-light. Initially, I tried to ignore the tapping; I was determined to sleep through it, I didn’t feel like getting out of bed just to yell at some kids. But it had gone too far, was going on too long. At my house, ten minutes of noise was too much.
I stomped up the stairs, and the tapping softened. I heard whispers and giggles coming from the middle boys’ room. I flung open their door and stood in the doorway, staring into the darkness. More whispers and giggles.
I’m not playing with you boys!
I flicked the light on angrily. Both of them threw their heads into their pillows, pretending to be asleep.
Who is making that noise?
They looked up at me. I know you’re not sleep. Whoever it is tapping, you’d better know this: If I hear it again, I’m not asking no questions. I’m coming in here swinging mama’s belt.
I cut off the light and slammed the door. All I could think about was my alarm clock going off in the morning at four, urging me to begin my day. I made my way back to my bed and thank God, they stopped the tapping. It was midnight and I was finally able to get some sleep. As I drifted off to dreamland, I cried a few frustrated tears. I was so tired of everything.
Mama had three jobs. She was a receptionist at a hospital during the day, a security officer at a grocery store at night, and a cashier at the neighborhood gas station during the weekends. She worked all day, everyday, and caught naps in between. Mama had birthed eight children; one had passed shortly after birth. It was another girl, and mama had named her Berry.
But out of her seven living, I was the oldest. I was 15 going on 16, but not looking forward to getting another year older. In my world, each new year meant more responsibility. Attempting to raise my siblings and perform well at school, growing older meant harder schoolwork and possibly another child for me to raise. Mom didn’t have time to be home with her kids, but she sure did find the time to make them. Most of us had different fathers, whom we never saw. All we really knew was each other. And we knew that mom was the one who brought home the groceries.
James was 13, with a tall muscular build. He thought he was God’s gift to teenage girls. My main job with him was monitoring and making sure he didn’t get some hot-tail girl pregnant. I didn’t need any more babies to look after. I also had to stay on him about his schoolwork. It was almost impossible to keep him on task. He never had his face in a book; it was always in some ghetto girl’s face.
Shawnie was 12 and fairly quiet. I didn’t have to follow up on her too much. She stayed to herself and didn’t cause trouble. She wore glasses and looked like the smart kid, though she was only able to pull C’s at school. At home, I had to remind her to eat dinner and take a bath. I was concerned that she had a learning disability. But whenever I approached mom about it, she shunned me off and told me that Shawnie was just a little shy. Mom assured me that once Shawnie came out of her shell, she’d get good grades and behave like her brothers and sisters. She also told me to count my blessings, to be grateful that Shawnie didn’t misbehave. And I was grateful, but I didn’t want my sister to go without getting help if she did have a problem. My mom had been telling me to be patient with her for years. And at this point, I didn’t think she was ever going to change. She would probably be dependent on others for the rest of her life.
Betty was a bit of a wild child. At only 10 years old, she was already chasing after boys. She was always in fights with other girls at school, and she used profanities that I could never use. Mom said that Bee, as we called her, took after her Daddy. A menace to society, he had been in and out of jail since his teenage years. I used mama’s belt on Bee pretty often.
Tony was 7. He was a handful, the average boy. Always into any and everything. Darius, 4 years old, worshipped his older brothers. In particular, he mimicked almost everything that Tony did. Whenever Tony hid his vegetables in his underwear during dinner, Darius mimicked him. Even when Darius secretly liked some of his vegetables, he still wouldn’t eat them just because his older brother didn’t. Reggie was three, but he acted like he was still a small baby. He craved attention. I tried to give him special doses of love when he wanted it. I was old enough to understand why mommy was never home, but my adorable baby brother wasn’t. It did annoy me though that when he’d cry, he didn’t understand that other children had needs before his wants. He and James shared a room, but he would bring himself to my bed most nights.
Life for us was crazy. We lived in a pretty nice house, with me as a 15-year-old playing mom
to six other kids. I had to threaten most of them to make them obey to me. Yet ironically, on those rare occasions that they did see mom, they were extremely obedient towards her.
Our house was chaotic, I didn’t have enough time to keep up with all the children. I woke early each morning to prepare everyone for school. I had to get Reggie ready for daycare. All of my siblings took the school bus, except for Reggie. I walked with him so we could take the city bus. We had to ride across town to the cheaper daycare center. After dropping him off each morning, I took another city bus to my school, catching a quick nap on the way. I usually made it to school with 10 minutes to spare before classes. I used those 10 minutes to do any last-minute school preparation for myself. Unfortunately, I couldn’t supervise my other brothers and sisters to make sure that they went to school. I just hoped that James was honest with me each day when he said, Stop sweating us. We all got on the bus. Dang.
My evening and nighttime routines were even more hectic than my morning one. I picked Reggie up from daycare, and then came home, laid Reggie down for an afternoon nap and cooked dinner. Usually most of my siblings were home by now, and I instructed them to do their homework and study. In between boiling, broiling, baking and frying dinner, I helped with homework. Asking James to help was like asking a snake to walk. He always acted completely incapable; he never even tried. At first this angered me, but I got used to it. I had grown accustomed to doing everything myself. After dinner, I was able to do most of my homework, and most of the children did their chores. Or they played outside or watched TV.
On the days that I didn’t have time to complete my homework, I’d pull an all-nighter. Sipped, swallowed, and chewed on whatever I needed to in order to stay awake. And by the grace of God, I maintained a B average.
I was usually able to get the children to bed by 10:30. They didn’t go straight to sleep, but they stayed in their rooms only to avoid being spanked. On good days, I was able to go straight to sleep, waking here and there due to noise interruptions. But on most days, I used a couple of those hours after their bedtime to catch up on things. During the school year, I lived most days looking forward to the summertime.
Overall, I was able to understand my mother’s position and I didn’t get angry with her over our circumstances. Especially when I’d grown so accustomed to being the second mother. She’d had me in charge of my younger siblings since the age of nine. I was okay with how things were, as long as there were no other children coming behind Reggie. I remember once, a few months back, when I was enraged with her. At that time, I might have even hated her. It was approximately 11:30 on a weeknight, when I heard her sneaking into the house. Our house had three bedrooms, and since she was rarely home, she didn’t take a room for herself. She slept on the living room couch, out in the open. There was no privacy, and most of the time she didn’t need any.
I heard her take off her jewelry quietly, while she fumbled around the furniture. At first, I was happy she was home. I hopped out of bed and headed down the hall. I wanted to say hello, and give her a big hug. Seconds later, I heard an unfamiliar low male voice. It sounded seductive and drunk.
Chuck was the last guy that mom had brought home, and that had been almost a year ago. He was at least decent enough to come over during the daytime. Mom and Chuck had conversed for hours that day. But when he saw the rest of my siblings, he ended the conversation abruptly. The kids had come in from playing outside. I saw Chuck’s lips moving as he counted each child that came through the door. His smile turned to a frown. He didn’t conceal his thoughts either; he turned to mom and said, Dang . . . You need to slow down, baby, you definitely going too fast.
That was the last we saw of him.
This night was different though, and I was suspicious. I wondered why she didn’t bring this man over during the daytime like she had Chuck. I crept into the hallway and quietly stood in the dark, near the living room entrance. I heard my mother and the strange man making sexual remarks and whispering to each other. I saw them through the darkness as they heavily petted one another. Seconds later, they were undressed and kissing. Everything had happened too quickly. I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. Within moments, they were lying on the couch together, out of my view.
Eventually, out of the panting and whispering, I was able to decipher something the man was saying. Girl, I’m gonna give you another baby,
he mumbled.
That was enough! I shook with anger. I ran into the room in the middle of their episode and ignored both of their nakedness. I was too angry to notice, all I saw was red.
"Give her a baby? Give her a baby? Are you serious? Don’t you mean give me a baby? I began to choke up as tears entered my throat.
That’s all you no good niggas do. Nasty men, you lay down with . . . with my mother, then leave me with the baby!" They were so shocked by my outburst; I think their hearts skipped a beat. Mom tried to calm me down, not even covering herself. She stood there naked, trying to shush me. I couldn’t help it, I cried. I cried so hard that I thought I was crying blood.
My brothers and sisters had come to see what all the commotion was about. By the time they made their way to the living room, mom was half-dressed, and her man was fully dressed. Mom and I exchanged words while her man stayed and watched, probably hoping I’d calm down so he could finish his business. But after everyone arrived to the living room, he became uneasy. Oblivious to what was going on, most of the kids were excited to see Mom. Hugging and kissing her, and saying they missed her. James was no dummy though. He looked at Mom, then at her man and rolled his eyes. Then he looked again at Mom’s man, gave him a long threatening stare, and left the room.
That was the man’s cue to leave. He didn’t even say two words to Mom, just walked past her, slapped her on the butt and left.
Today was a new day. Mom was off work due to a holiday and I intended to have a heart-to-heart with her. She sat down on the couch, sipping tea and watching television. The kids were quiet. I made sure of that. I bribed James by promising to introduce him to one of my high school friends. I didn’t need to bribe Shawnie, but I promised her a candy bar just to be fair. I bribed Betty by telling her she could go to a friend’s house later that day. Tony