After thirty minutes of learning and rehearsing this routine, I've decided to never show my aforementioned self-taught moves to the public. Today's dance style seems to involve a dash of bump and a cup of grind, with a heavy dose of attitude...ingredients I haven't incorporated before. Not having cable television can really keep a girl out of the loop.
Alecia WhitakerI turn around before any more parental flirting causes me to go blind.
Alecia WhitakerOnce Mamaw's eased her body onto the seat, pinning me in so tightly that a seat belt would just be redundant, we head out of the parking lot and onto the open road. Mamaw and Papaw have agreed to take me shopping for Mackenzie's birthday present, and we're heading out to The Square at the breakneck speed of thirty-four miles per hour.
"Slow down, Frank," my mamaw commands, patting my knee. "We've got precious cargo."
He eases up on the gas and I throw my head back and close my eyes, anxious and frustrated.
It's clearing up."
"Yeah.But work's boring without you there to complain about it," he teases.
Whenever I see my teachers out in the real world I clam up, get a sort of weird feeling, and look for the nearest exit.
Alecia WhitakerHe looks like the sexiest idiot I've ever seen.
Alecia WhitakerHe looks over at me, six feet two inches of total fear, and I sell him out-sell him right down the river.
Alecia WhitakerOh, great.Round two of Knowing Your Body, By Debbi Winstead.
Alecia WhitakerI've never seen you flip the bird, RJ," Luke says.
I can't stop the little smile that creeps up onto my lips.I really don't know what came over me.I've never been the vixen.I'm always one hundred percent good girl.
"Yeah,it felt weird.And wrong. And awesome."
"Well,you're lucky Mr. Bates didn't see you.Principles usually frown on that kind of sign language." He laughs.
"Mr. Bates can suck it," I say defiantly.
"Whoa!" Luke replies and we both laugh. "Have you been watching wrestling with Ben again? Admit it, Ricki Jo. You love oiled-up fat guys in unitards."
"Ew!
We drive over the fields and the wind catches in my hair. I throw my arms back and face the sun.I feel like Leo in Titanic. 'Course, it only takes one pothole to snap me out of that little fantasy, and I hold on tight.
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