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he saw Demi’s head stuck in the refrigerator.
    “Hey kiddo, what you doing?” he asked.
    “Trying to cool off,” she told him.
    Her dad laughed. “Going to shower. Where is your mom?” he asked.
    Demi told him she didn’t know and she headed to her room to run a bubble bath. As the tub filled with water and bath salts, Demi checked her cell phone for any missed calls and text messages. Practice was a priority so she left her cell in the house to stay focused.
                  Demi saw several missed calls from her friend Briana and she immediately called her back, assuming that something had happened.
    “Hi, you called?” she asked once Briana answered.
    “Girl, that dude you was chilling with graduation night has been blowing my cousin up for your number. But I told her I had to ask you first ‘cause I know how you are,” she said quickly.
    Demi wanted to ask, “How am I?” but she let it slip like she did the majority of the things her friends said that she found offensive and rude.
    “Papa?” she asked to be sure.
    “Girl yeah, he wants you honey. I heard he can’t stop asking about you,” Briana told her.
    Demi blushed. It was refreshing to be thought of by someone other than her parents.
    Briana asked was she still there because the line went silent.
    “Yes, he can have my digits,” she finally answered.
    Briana laughed. “Digits? Okay girl, I’ll pass the info along. What you doing tonight?”
    Demi went to check on her water. “My mom is getting honored at some award thing tonight.”
    “Aww. Okay cool, hit me when that’s over,” Briana said.
    Demi told her okay and disconnected the call. She undressed and left the sweaty ballerina attire on the floor and slid her body into the steaming water.
    Hot baths were a reward after a hard day at practice. Demi appreciated the heat and burning feel against her sore back and feet. She laid her head back, not even mad that she forgot to press play on her iPod. After a long week of practice and more practice, she welcomed the silence, needing the peace right about now. Tomorrow was Sunday, her only day off from the studio and she looked forward to doing absolutely nothing but laying in bed and resting her body, because come Monday morning it would be time to start all over again.
    Her mother told her constantly that this summer it was do or die. She had three months to go from dancer to ballerina since she would be starting Julliard in August. Demi knew that the moment she had been waiting her whole life for was now approaching. So while her other friends would be ‘turnt up’ tonight, Demi would be in bed by midnight after the event with her mom. She didn’t mind sacrificing her spare time or a social life for the possibilities of one day walking in her mother’s shoes.
    ***
    Papa strolled through his uncle’s house and went straight to the kitchen, being high and hungry was such a horrid combination.
                  “You don’t see nobody sitting here, boy?” his uncle Andre said angrily.
    He had raised Papa better than that, but the lil nigga refused to show manners.
    “Hey,” he muttered and continued on his journey to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed the half-gallon of milk and an old butter bowl that was now used for any and everything they needed it to be. Papa filled the bowl with Fruit Loops and poured the milk over the cereal and then added a few cubes of ice.
    His uncle walked in and asked, “What you doing over here?”
    “Damn, is it a problem?” Papa asked him.
    “Watch your mouth talking to me. You call first, I could have had a hoe, big booty naked in here,” he said.
    Papa ignored his uncle. The man was talking crazy and it was too late at night to be dealing with his foolishness.
    “I’ll call next time,” he told him, hoping he would go on about his business. Papa had a lot of shit on his mind and wasn’t in the mood to talk.
    “You okay youngin?” his uncle Andre