Adel Baby (Kacyn Grace Adair Book 1)

  Adel Baby

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  You can give me your edit suggestions also, just bear in mind the following:

  This is the author’s first attempt at fiction. Some of the writing and grammar are intentionally poor to match the area, which is near where the author currently lives. Some of the grammar could just be an error. My wish is for you to get inside the mind of the characters.

  I have a lot to say about the main character. My vision is to split up over 4 books. I split up because my vision spans several years and goes a couple of different directions, as life normally does.

  Note, I started this book in third person. 20 pages in, I got to thinking I probably should have done first person. I will stay with third person this first novel, unless I republish later. I am undecided on the subsequent books I have planned for the main character.

  Any similarities between the characters and real life are coincidental.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 1

  I am so fucking hot.

  Kacyn Grace Adair admires herself in the mirror, knowing she has the look all the boys like. Tomorrow is an important day, it’s her first day of high school at Cook County High.

  Brenna, Kaycn’s older sister, is four months away from finishing her cosmetology diploma at Wiregrass Tech, which she started immediately after graduation. There’s no summer break in this family, you work or are homeless. Guess there’s the sugar daddy option too, but the Adair women don’t do so good in picking out the men in their lives. Probably cause the pool is shallow in Adel.

  Heck, momma has 3 babies with 3 different daddies. Brenna’s daddy was the only one she got married to. That’s probably cause momma was 15 when she got pregnant and Brenna’s dad was 21. Guess getting married beat a statutory rape conviction with a little prison time. Although, he was just dumb enough to believe her Granddaddy’s threats. No one goes to prison around here for that. If they did, there wouldn’t be any men left around.

  Kacyn’s dad is a deadbeat, sometimes cutting grass, sometimes painting houses, but mostly unemployed.

  Anyway, Brenna has big plans to open her own salon as soon as she has the money and Kacyn will get her cosmetology license and work with her.

  Brenna took her to school with her on Friday during practicum and gave her a killer haircut. One of the other girls did her nails. It would have cost someone off the street $6 to be a guinea pig, but for Kacyn, it was free.

  Haircuts were a luxury, until a few years ago most had been done by momma. Thank God Brenna took interest in high school and took over. Before then, it was a rare treat when the coupons came and momma took me to Cuts-by-us for a real haircut if she had the money.

  Brenna gave her side-swept bangs and for the first time ever, she got blonde highlights. The blonde highlights looked good with her naturally light brown hair, brown eyes and sun-kissed skin gained from a summer hanging out at the river and Dookie Beach.

  Kacyn giggled as she thought about how she came to name Dookie Beach. The proper name is Reid Bingham State Park, but lots of migrants spend the weekend there. They never put swimmies on their little kids and a turd floated next to Kacyn’s foot a couple years ago. The nickname spread like wildfire through middle school.

  Smiling in the mirror, she is a little bothered with what she sees. Her teeth are straight and white enough, but her left canine is impacted. She hates that the one tooth is higher than her other teeth. The dentist tells her she needs braces, but it’s considered cosmetic. Peach Care doesn’t pay for braces. One day she will have the money for braces. That and a boob job.

  Nothing’s wrong with her boobs, at 14 they’re 34B, but Kim Kardashian is freaking hot and rocks 34Ds.

  “Alright, let’s see what we’re gonna wear tomorrow,” she tells herself as she leaves the bathroom for her bedroom closet.

  “I’m hungry”, Elise declares. “You’re annoying!” Kacyn hisses. “I’ll fix you something in a minute”

  Her sister is two and a half and Kacyn is the default babysitter. Baby Daddy #3 is still in the picture most of the time, but otherwise worthless. Right this minute he is two trailers down drinking Natty Light at one of his lowlife buddy’s.

  Even though it’s Sunday, momma doesn’t have one of those Monday through Friday nine to five jobs they talk about on the TV. Life’s real in Little River Park and she’s now working at the Captain D’s. Momma is closing tonight, so it’ll probably be 10:30 by the time she gets home. #3 will stumble in drunk off his ass around midnight. At least he’s all bark and no bite. “I could probably kick his short, skinny butt anyway,” she surmises.

  “So fucking unfair I have to share a room with a toddler”, she belts out in anger as she kicks a Doc McStuffin doll to the corner of the room. Her sister moved in with her boyfriend last July and they immediately moved Elise in.

  Their trailer has just two bedrooms and one bath. The closet they share in their room is tiny. “Who can afford nice shit anyway”, she thinks. She already knows half of her first day of school outfit.

  Kacyn has built a nice book of babysitting clients around the park the last couple of years. Most only pay five to ten dollars for several hours, but five dollars is better than nothing and there isn’t much else to do around here. The best part of it is, those that can afford the babysitting, usually have cable. Their one TV has a digital antenna, which is fancy speak for two channels out of Albany. The worst part of it is, someone has to move the little square box to get either Fox or CBS.

  Her babysitting dough is used almost exclusively to cloth herself. Brenna borrowed her boyfriend’s car and took Kacyn for a day of shopping in Valdosta. She got a hot denim skirt from American Eagle and a pair of faux cowboy boots from the target across the street.

  She puts on the skirt again to admire herself giggling at the thought of boys admiring her legs and hoping she’s not dress coded. The skirt comes up about six inches more than is allowed. She spent $39 on that skirt, her most expensive purchase. After the skirt, boots, low top converses, underwear, a couple graphic tees from Old Navy, and lunch at Chic Fil A, she spent everything she had saved all summer.

  Most of her other clothes are hand me downs from Brenna or consignment or dollar store items mom gets her after constant nagging.

  Knowing the skirt is a must, she next needs the top. The graphic tees would work, but just not good enough for a first day outfit. She has to be noticed day one. The boys will pick the girls they want to hook up with on the first day, and she wants to be on the top of every list.

  As she rifles through the tiny closet, shoving hung clothes forcibly and sighing, she starts to despair. Next she goes to the d
resser. All the shirts there are the oldest and rattiest of t-shirts.

  Fortunately for Kacyn, even though her mom is in her mid-thirties, she still dresses like a teenager. As she heads to the other side of the trailer, Elise whines, “I’m hungry!” “Arghhh, give me a freaking minute, El,” Kacyn snaps.

  Her mom would be livid if she finds out she is borrowing her clothes. Doesn’t matter, she can live with the yelling, but she can’t live with looking like white trash her first day of high school.

  Mom and drunk ass’s room is a mirror image of her room. Opening the closet, she immediately scores. “Yesss,” she squeals delightfully. She took a yellow Abercrombie Fitch lace up top from her mom’s closet. It’s her mom’s favorite, so she will definitely know it’s missing. Who cares, she bought it a Plato’s Closet, and the store is for teens anyway.

  She puts the top on and heads to the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror.

  “I’m going to kill it tomorrow!”

  Satisfied with her clothing options, she skips back to her room, gleefully telling Elise that dinner is coming in a sec.

  After making grilled cheese sandwiches for her and Elise, she rings her best friend, Brandi. Brandi picks up on the second ring and the two girls go back and forth about their clothing, hair and makeup stylings for tomorrow.

  Brandi has been her best friend since second grade. They both live in Little River Park, but with over two hundred lots, so do a lot of other kids Kacyn’s age. What made Brandi unique was she was the only other little white girl getting on the bus that morning they met. At any one time, there are over 600 residents at the park, but being white makes you a minority. The blacks and Mexicans are pretty equal as the majority.

  The talk quickly turns to more important subjects. “Can you believe Kyle dumped Eliza?” Brandi questions.” “I know, they were hooking up like crazy last year! She gave him blow jobs behind the Ag class every day at lunch. Are you gonna put his dick in your mouth?” Kacyn crows back.

  Brandi has had a crush on Kyle since the 6th grade. A lot of girls like Kyle, he played football and baseball and came from money. His dad did something in construction and traveled a lot. His mom didn’t have time to work, her job was shuttling him and his sister to all their activities.

  “I want to have sex with Kyle, he will be my first” Brandi declares. “Who do you want your first time to be with?”

  “I don’t know, but I’m not dating any boys that don’t have a car” Kacyn insists. “Your first time will be in the back of a car. I heard somewhere that most girls lose their virginity in a car!” Brandi quips.

  “Oh My God, I hope not. How do you even fit in the back seat? Where do your legs go? Or his? Maybe if he has an old Cadillac” Kacyn jokes back. “Maybe I’ll make sure my guy has a truck and keeps a blowup mattress in the back. For real though, I’m tired at always being stuck at home. I want somebody that takes me places.”

  While Little River Park is the largest mobile home park in Cook County, it is about five miles from town. There is a gas station about a 10 minute walk from her trailer, but you wouldn’t want to be there early in the morning or when it starts to turn dark. The Mexicans always hang out there drinking outside and when a group of girls go, they circle around and harass them. Kacyn has had her ass grabbed at least a dozen times. There isn’t anyone to tell or stop them around here.

  Brandi agrees with her about how nice it would be to get out once in a while. They chat a little longer about boys and all the girls they didn’t like in middle school. The talk finally turns to the cheerleaders and how none had any talent. The cheerleaders were either teacher’s kids or rich girls.

  When they get off the phone, Kacyn bathes El and puts her down to bed. It’s almost eight, Big Brother is about to come on. It’s one of the good shows she gets with the stupid antenna. She wonders why in the hell it’s even called an antenna, it’s shaped like a flat square. She moves it from the “Fox” spot to the “CBS” spot and sinks into the couch with a Dr. Pepper.

  “Who’s getting evicted tonight?”

  Chapter 2

  First day of school, freshman year. August 7th, 6:12 am.

  Kacyn leans down to grab her book bag and frowns. It’s solid black, ugly and screams poor. In middle school, you know the poor kids from the ones that have the same cheap looking book bag. A teacher got them from some area charity and gave them out to the kids that didn’t come to school with one their first day of sixth grade. Making it worse is that she has had to sew patches to the bottom a couple times and one of the zipper slides was broken.

  “Oh well” she mutters and works her way to the bathroom to finish up. Kacyn digs through makeup that she’s picked up at Dollar General or swiped from her mom or babysitting clients and applies the foundation with her fingers. “I really need a sponge,” she thinks.

  Next the blush comes on with her cheap scratch artificial brush. Her sister showed her the proper technique to applying it. Last year her sister laughed at her and told her she looked like the Annabelle doll. Cheap makeup, cheap brushes and unskilled hands make it hard to not agitate the skin.

  Her eyeshadow palette is a little limited. The blue is all gone and the pink and purple is low. “What color goes with yellow,” she wonders, while wishing she could call her sister. She knows a smoky effect would work, but she needs Brenna for that. Ultimately, she goes with brown, you can’t go wrong with looking natural.

  After finishing up the eyes with eyeliner and mascara, she digs through the lipstick and pulls out the most vampish red she has. Not blessed with wide or super thick lips, they are plenty full enough. The red pops and she knows the boys will want to kiss these lips.

  She brushes her hair and takes a good look at herself. Pleased with what she sees, she slides out the front door without waking her mom. Last thing she needs this morning is a last minute wardrobe change.

  Kacyn texts Brandi to ask her if she’s out yet. Then she heads down the dirt lane to the bus stop.

  As she turns the corner, she sees Brandi is already there, hunched over her phone. Just then Kacyn’s phone rings, it’s Brandi. “Where you at, B?” Brandi blurts through the phone. “Look up, dumbass,” she replies.

  Brandi looks up and sees Kacyn coming down the dirt road. “Bye, bitch” she exclaims and hangs up. The she starts walking to meet Kacyn with a fat grin on her face.

  “What’s so funny?” Kacyn asks when they meet up. Brandi responds, “You look like a two dollar hooker. “Are you going to class or working tricks at the Gas n’ Shop?” Kacyn laughs and quips, “Girl this shit would cost $200, none of the Mexicans at the Gas n’ Shop can afford this!” Both girls burst out laughing, “I’m gonna pee myself,” Brandi snickers.

  6:50 am and the bus still hasn’t arrived. The bus is rarely on time, usually about 10 minutes late. With today being the first day of school, it will probably be over 20 minutes late. Doesn’t matter, if they’re late to school due to the bus, it’s an excused tardy. They even have to give time for the free meal kids to eat when they get to school. Besides, the girls have plenty to talk about as they wait.

  Even when the bus gets to the bus stop, it still takes a while to load everyone on. There are only two bus stops at Little River and probably 300 or more kids get on the bus every day. In total, four buses come to pick up just Little River. Two elementary buses, one at 6:40 am and the other at 6:55 am. The parents get their assigned time during orientation. One middle school bus comes at 6:45 and the high school bus is due at 6:50.

  It takes about 30 minutes to go through town and get to school on the other side of I-75. If everything goes perfect, high schoolers will have 30 minutes to get breakfast, socialize and go to their lockers before homeroom or first period at 7:50 am.

  The bus pulls up at 7:02 am, not too bad. The girls try to jockey to the front of the line so they can get a seat in the back, but it’s a losing battle. The blacks will take over the back of the bus, The Mexicans don’t care where they sit. Kacyn and Brandi
get a seat toward the middle and sit together.

  Being low on the totem pole for good seating reinforces Kacyn’s top priority of getting a boyfriend that can drive.

  The bus pulls in a little after 7:30 and the girls decide to go to their respective homerooms. Kacyn has Ms. Foster, who also happens to be her Physical Science teacher.

  Homeroom is only a few times per year after the first day. Home room will last 30 minutes, which will make each of her six classes 5 minutes shorter. She walks in and is the second to arrive. “Good morning” Ms. Foster says with a smile, “sit anywhere you would like.” Kacyn smiles back and heads to the farthest seat in the back.

  “What’s your name sweetie,” Ms. Foster chirps. “Kaycn Adair,” she gets in response. Ms. Foster thumbs through a stack of papers, finds what she’s looking for and heads to Kacyn. “Your semester schedule” she tells Kacyn.

  “Thank you, Kacyn,” responds with a weak smile. Kacyn may talk a lot in class if sitting near her friends and she isn’t the smartest in class, but she respects her teachers, especially if they respect her back and aren’t total assholes.

  More students start to come in. Looking down at the papers, Kacyn notices Ms. Foster gave her two sheets of paper. One is her schedule and locker number, the other is her direct cert letter. All of the kids either get an application for free or reduced meals or a direct certification letter. Since Kacyn’s family is on Food Stamps, she is considered direct cert and automatically receives free breakfast and lunch from the school. At least half of the students in Cook County receive free meals.

  Kacyn looks over her schedule and frowns when she sees she has PE/Health first period. Second period is Spanish, you need to take a year of language in high school and she could use Spanish around the trailer park. Third period was pre-algebra.

  Many of her friends, including Brandi will be in Algebra this year. Math was never her best subject, but none of the other ones were either. After lunch, the day is rounded out with drama class, English and social studies.