Prologue
“Sometimes the people you think are your friends can be your worst enemies,” my mom says. I can hear her voice, but I can’t see a thing. I feel suspended in time, like I’m in between the dream world and reality. “Yeah, Mom. I feel you.” Did I say that aloud or in my head?
“They pretend to be your friend, while all the while, they really want more. They either want to feed off your popularity, talent, cookies, anything you’ve got to give. Whatever they think they can have they will take.”
This feels too real to be a dream.
“Remember, Jayd, lust takes all love gives. And, I’m not talking about material things. Friends give there true selves to you. Frenemies, on the other hand, pretend to give until you start reciprocating. Then the giving turns into taking. And those are not friends. Those people are leaches. And, like all leaches, they must have eliminated in order for you to thrive.
For the second time since falling asleep last night, I sit straight up in my bed, breathing hard and sweating like I just ran a mile. Good thing I shower in the morning. Damn, what was that? It wasn’t like really a dream. It was more like a psychic conversation between me and my mom. I wonder if she did that on purpose.
My mom being able to read my mind really freaks me out still. She says she can get only in my head. I wonder how long she’s been able to read my thoughts. Now she’s sneaking into my dream. Man, this is getting to be a bit too much for a sister. But, like my mom said, it comes with the territory of being a Williams woman, just like out never-ending drama. “Jayd, wake up, girl. You’re already five minutes late.” Mama says without moving out of her comfortable position In the bed across from mine. How she knows what time it is without looking, I’ll never know. But I know she’s right. I can hear Bryan
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