My series

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Hello, all. Among all the series created in the past, I have a new one about an African-American 18-year-old named Kenyatta Shifre, who goes out of her way to help people in need, regardless of who they are. One day her life changes, because she prays for a 17-year-old named Naimah Alabi. Naimah is jealous of Kenya's school success and doesn't want Kenya near her at first. But then Kenya goes home and prays because she feels that something bad will happen. Her prayer is answered and she is turned into a guardian angel with an angelic necklace that helps her transform into the Immaculate Angel. Later on, she saves Naimah from commiting suicide and gains Naimah's trust. They end up very close to each other.

what do you guys think?
This series is all thanks to my cousin who inspired me...Kenya is her prototype.

The Christian series touches on issues and stuff like:

Theology
Christianity
Sexual Abuse
New Age Movement
Spirituality
Life's Problems
The Issues of many Sins
and so on..


what else should I add? I am going to publish this book in the not-so-distant future. I draw too. I love Anime and Writing. Watercolors are neat, too.

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Here's a sample you might enjoy...


Chapter One



She was always looking for a way to help someone out. Somebody in need. Anybody. Anybody that was in dire need.

Her name was Kenyatta Shifre. She was 17 years old going on 18. Her birthday was in early September, as she was a Virgo. She groomed her dark plum-colored hair with her left hand. She had on lavender-purple contact lenses that hid her natural caramel-colored eyes. Her skin was a complexion between tan and mahogany.



Kenyatta was a devoted (well, kind of) Christian for the most part. Well, her parents were, at least, she was following in their footsteps.

Kenyatta and her family lived in the small town of Morgan Heights. Kenyatta went to Morgan Heights. She kind of stayed to herself. Most people at school thought that she was very kind, caring, and thoughtful and that she looked out for others.



Kenyatta was in her 1st period Math class. It was September, and Kenyatta’s last year at the school. Her fellow peers usually called her Kenya.

Kenya was also a good student. A very good student. She made straight A’s, and usually made the honor roll, a lot. That day, they were doing trigonometry and algebra. Kenyatta was tutoring some who didn’t understand the material.





“Whew! Thanks, Kenya, for the help! I woulda been lost, for shizzle”, a boy her age said. “Sure, no problem. Anytime”, Kenyatta told him. “Just remember what to do and you’ll be fine.” Kenyatta gave him her best smile. Her smiles were pleasant.

But at the same time, there was someone not having such a pleasant day…

It was a girl named Naimah Alabi. She usually thought of herself as a teenage flop. She usually wore a long ponytail of a deep blue hair color. Her self-esteem was usually kept low and she usually kept to herself. Naimah was very down in spirits, because the boy, she had a major crush on, broke her heart, because she heard that he wasn’t all that interested in her. When she had tried numerous times for him to warm up to her, he still seemed to be dating various other girls!

Schoolwork was bothering Naimah, too. Naimah had gotten Cs and Bs, if not Ds and Fs. Naimah didn’t care much about academics. She did her best without help and had gotten average grades.

Naimah was in 1st period English, sitting in the third row, eyeing the boy named Nicholas Heston, whom she had a crush on, but now she was crushed! She saw him grinning and talking with his nearby friends. How could he just sit there grinning when he had broken some girls’ heart? Perhaps, he didn’t realize that he broke hearts every other week and that his reputation would smart for it, one day.



Naimah, needless to say, didn’t like the way her life was going.

 

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Here's Chapter 2 in the series....

Chapter Two



At the end of the school day, Kenyatta walked home. The school and her neighborhood weren’t too far apart. The school was a few blocks away. It was a little warm outside. But, something didn’t feel right.

I feel something’s going to happen, but why?, she thought to herself. The breeze blew strands of her hair. It was soft to the touch. Other kids were walking or getting rides home.



What a glorious day, though! she thought, again.

She turned the corner of her block, just to see Naimah Alabi, walking very slowly. She was a few feet from Kenyatta.

“Hey there! I know you! You’re always around that Heston boy!”, Kenyatta shouted.

Naimah turned around and gave Kenyatta an uninterested and slightly annoyed look.

“Uh-huh. Whatever”, she said.

“Hi, I’m Kenyatta”, Kenyatta said, indifferent of what Naimah said.

“I’m Naimah, by the way. I know. I’ve heard. Your name is plastered all over the bulletin boards, honor lists and whatnot!”, Naimah mused. “It was nice knowing’ you, even, if not personally.” And on that note, she walked away.

Kenyatta didn’t know what Naimah meant, at first. She had to think about it.





But, then it hit her! “WAIT!” she yelled. But, Naimah was already gone into the warm day. It was nice knowing me? Oh, no! Now, I really have a feeling something’s going to happen! Something bad!, thought Kenyatta.

She started to run fast, towards her house. She panted and used her house keys, unlocked the door, went in and locked it again. Both her parents, Mr. And Mrs. Shifre, were either at work or at the store.



She was in the living room. She sat her lilac and lavender rectangular backpack down on the carpeted floor. Kenyatta kneeled down, on the floor, closed her eyes and folded her hands to pray, thinking that, that probably was the only way to intervene, because she had a feeling that Naimah would do something drastic.

Suddenly, the space around Kenyatta changed, halfway through her prayer for Naimah! The space around her turned into fog. She wasn’t in the living room anymore. She didn’t notice anything until she opened her eyes and saw first that the floor with the plush carpet wasn’t there!

“Huh? Wha-Where am I?”, Kenyatta wondered. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, but there was nothing but fog. “Am I dreaming?”















Out of the fog, there was a beautiful angelic figure that was walking towards her.

The figure was an angel who appeared to be African-American. She however, had pastel teal (blue-green) long hair.

“Hello, Kenyatta. My name is Marina and I have been sent by the Creator to give you this:”

In Marina’s hands was a gold-plated necklace with a round cabochon-cut sapphire.

“A necklace?”

“Not just any necklace, a necklace that will help you. It helps to channel your powers of speed, powers of flight and various other spiritual powers held inside the jewel”, the angel explained.

Marina put the necklace on Kenyatta’s neck.

Kenyatta examined the necklace, as Marina explained on.

“Since, you have a strong desire for helping others, now is your chance to change lives, save lives and destroy the evil”, said Marina.

Kenyatta was speechless. Marina placed her hand on the necklace and made Kenyatta disappear from the foggy, heaven-like area.



She reappeared in her empty living room, dumbfounded. She looked at her necklace with the cabochon-cut sapphire, about the size of a cookie.





She thought about the grief-stricken girl named Naimah. Naimah’s in trouble!, Kenyatta thought.

She picked her house keys up, thought about it and then put them down again.

Kenyatta ran to the back of the house. She opened the back door and went outside to the yard. She had locked the back door.



There was a big fence surrounding the house. Kenyatta decided to give her necklace a try. She found herself running fast and before she knew it, she actually did a flip over the fence! Her necklace emitted a bright blue glow for a few seconds. “Cool…”, she said. She ran down the hill, behind her neighborhood, almost as fast as a bullet, but as fast as a roadrunner.

Kenyatta headed for the streets. Anyone who saw from his or her car saw a quicksilver blur on the streets.

 

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Chapter Three​

Meanwhile, Naimah was out and about. She didn’t go home, and her mother was at work.
Naimah had caught a bus to downtown Morton Heights, near the riverside.​

She went inside an industrial 3-story company building. The building was near the river and the back of the building faced the river.​

People inside the building stared at her dark blue hair as she had gotten on the almost empty elevator. She went up to the highest floor. Naimah was on the last floor and went into the darkest part of the 30th floor. ​

She found a door that said:​

MAINTENANCE ONLY

The door happened to be cracked, instead of locked. Naimah slowly opened the door and went through, unseen. Noone was there or around to see. She climbed the stairs to a dark room that was dimly lit. There was another door with a big bar on it. Naimah pushed the bar to open the door. She was on the roof of the building, usually where maintenance workers and engineers went. She walked towards the edge and peered down at the faraway riverside below.​

At that same time, Kenyatta had already flown downtown. She was still a blur, as fast as she flew. She was on the other side of the river, opposite of where the building was. She was high enough to be close to the clouds, but had a panoramic view of the building and everything near it. She saw Naimah about to jump off into the river!​

“OH, NO!”, Kenyatta gasped and cried. She zoomed towards the building.
A witness on the river, in a rowboat, started to row faster and closer towards the building.
“HEY! WHOEVER YOU ARE, UP THERE, YOU’RE GONNA FALL!”, the guy cried. Naimah didn’t listen to him. She just jumped. ​

“OH, MY GOD!!”, the guy cried. He jumped in the river and started swimming.
Naimah’s eyes were closed and she was in a curled-up natal position. But, all of a sudden, she stopped for a hot second and felt herself rising again…fast!​

The guy in the water stopped in his tracks. He was speechless, almost. He watched Kenyatta Shifre soar away from there with Naimah in her arms. Fluffy angel wings sprouted from her back. The man swam back to his boat with wet hands. He wiped his hands on the towel inside the boat and then took out his flip cell phone and dialed the WMH AM News Hotline.​

“Hello? News Hotline? Boy, do I have a news story for you!”
He started telling the woman on the other line what he saw on the river.​

Kenyatta had Naimah snug in her right arm. Naimah opened her eyes and saw nothing but clouds. Am I near heaven yet?, she wondered. Limbo? Anywhere but Earth? Then she peered up to see how she was rising and noticed familiar plum-violet hair and knew it was Kenyatta! Naimah gasped, blinking.
Was she tweaking? Kenyatta turned her head, peering down at her. She gave a warm smile and turned around again. “WH-WHAT’S GOING ON?!!”, Naimah cried out.​

 

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Kenyatta landed in an empty part of a park, not too far. She stood and let go of Naimah. Naimah was so disoriented of the situation; she fell to the ground and coughed. Kenyatta walked over to Naimah and was hovering over her.

“You okay?”, Kenyatta asked. Naimah didn’t answer. She had her head turned, her back facing Kenyatta. Kenya then walked around Naimah and kneeled in front of her, her face too close for comfort, almost touching Naimah’s face!

Naimah’s face was turned slightly and then she faced front, only to find Kenyatta’s face meeting hers!

“ACKKK!!” Naimah inched her head back in disgust.
“What’s with you?”, Naimah wondered, making an annoyed face, with her eyes slightly narrowed.
“I just want to help out, with your problems”, Kenyatta told her.
“I don’t think that it’s any of your bus-i-i-i-ness!”, Naimah said, huffily. “Anyway, I don’t understand any of this! Why-What’s with the wings? And how can you be solid if you have angel wings?”


“It’s a long story, I want to tell later, but I want to help out, whatever it is, Kenyatta said. “You can trust me, Naimah. If there’s problems that made you almost commit suicide, I gotta know, so I can help out.”
Naimah thought about it and said woefully, “How could you help me out?”
“Well, I could start by being a mentor…but, you can trust me, Naimah…”, Kenyatta said, warmly.
Naimah was starting to tear up as she told Kenya about how Nicholas Heston broke her heart, how low her grades were getting, her scores and how life kicked her in the fanny, a lot.

“Kenyatta? You don’t know how lucky you are! You just don’t know!”, she sobbed, lightly.
“I’m not that lucky. Look, Naimah, why didn’t you just get some help with your work?”
“I did, but I’m kind of slow in some subjects. Slow-learner. And it got over-whelming…Oh! I guess I-I’m just a teenage loser!”, Naimah sobbed.
Kenya hugged Naimah tight. Naimah was bent over a little, sobbing like a child.
She (Kenyatta) patted Naimah’s back. Kenyatta was so compassionate and sympathetic. Her eyes were closed.



“Don’t worry, Naimah, you will get over these trials and Mr. Heston will get what he has coming to him, not by me so much but by the Lord or the universe”, Kenyatta said low.
There was a light in Kenyatta’s eyes. It was a light of a passionate, friendly sort.

Meanwhile, the WMH news crew was at the scene downtown, not to mention other news station crews. People from the news crews, interviewed the witness who saw what happened.

“…Well, there was this girl who either slipped from the edge of that company building, or she wanted to commit suicide. Well, I swam in to try to save her if I could (from drowning) and in mid-air, she was caught by this…this beautiful girl with angel wings who swooped down and caught that girl who jumped. Then, she flew away…”, the guy started.

“…I recall seeing purplish blurs from the street, a woman told another reporter.
“I see, thank you”, one reporter said. “Hm?”

The cameraman pointed to some feathers on the ground near the woman reporter. She picked the feathers up and examined them. They had some glitter on the tips, and were of a purplish tint.

“Well, people here have been seeing odd things, like blurs in the sky and one fellow says that he actually saw what happened from their windows facing the riverside.” The woman reporter pointed the WMH microphone in the guy’s face, as the cameraman followed her.

“What did the figure in the sky, you said you saw, look like?”
“A modern-day angel, only with shorter hair, and a lot of purple-violet on. I think she even had purple hair, because the sunbeams hit it”, he told her. “But, when she flew away, it wasn’t a blur, until she elevated over the streets. Then she took to the sky or just simply disappeared!”
There was a crowd of people around the witnesses and the news crews, from different areas of Morgan Heights.

Meanwhile, back in the park:
“It’s not fair! Nick knew I liked him!”, she sobbed.
Kenyatta was still hugging Naimah, but stopped patting her back.
“That was mean for him to do… I’m sorry, Naimah.”, she said.
Naimah sniffed, and sighed.
“It’s okay…you can cry all you want…”
Kenyatta took the sniffling and sobbing Naimah and hugged her closer and held her by the back.
She also gave Naimah a gentle kiss on her forehead and another one in Naimah’s hair.
The sobbing died down, as Naimah wiped her eyes. She realized that she was staring at Kenyatta’s violet sweatshirt, and her sapphire necklace.
Naimah’s face started to turn more red than it was, as light as she was. She was a little nervous and confused.


“Are you okay now?”, Kenyatta asked, softly.
Naimah nodded, speechless.
“Did that make you feel better, to let it all out?”
Naimah nodded, again. Kenyatta stopped hugging and stood up. She helped Naimah up.
“Want me to take you home, or back at my house?”, Kenyatta asked.
“Your house”, she replied meekly.
“All right, if you want”, said Kenyatta, with a warm smile.
Naimah started to like Kenyatta, a little more.
She’s so kind…it’s almost otherworldly…Naimah thought.
Kenyatta motioned to Naimah. They both held their book bags and held hands.
Kenyatta closed her eyes to concentrate. Her sapphire necklace lit up, as they both disappeared, in a flash of blue light.

They both reappeared in Kenyatta’s backyard. The family van was parked back there, with room to spare.
“Nice backyard and patio porch”, Naimah commented.
“Thanks. I’ll show you around, come on!”
Kenyatta pulled Naimah with her, to the front.

 

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Amazing! I love it.

 

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Chapter Five​

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Kenyatta unlocked the door to find her parents watching news on the wide- screen HDTV in the living room.
“Hey, Kenya. Have you heard the news?”, her mother asked.
“Yeah. Something weird happened downtown and people have claimed they saw some angel save a girl from dying”, her father added.
Then, they noticed Naimah.
“Kenya? Is she your new friend?”, her mother asked.
“Yes.”
“My name is Naimah”, Naimah said, quietly.
“Naimah? Is that what you said?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Nice to meet you, Naimah. You’ll be glad to have a friend like my daughter in the long run”, her mother, commented.
“Okay”, said Naimah, with a smile.
She followed Kenyatta upstairs to her room.
Kenyatta opened her room door and turned on the light.
Naimah gasped. In Kenya’s room, the 4 walls were painted lilac. Her bed sheets, pillows, and bedspreads were an orchid-purple color, and the plush carpet was a dark violet (plush). The TV was near her bed, opposite side. On her walls were pictures of angels and flowers.


Naimah opened up Kenya’s closet and saw a wardrobe of every shade and hue of purple and violet, along with different kinds of high-heels all over. There were other colors like Blue, Black and other darker colors inside, too.
“Wow! I love your room! It’s sooo nice!”

“Thanks.”

Naimah spotted a purple translucent lamp on a desk painted violet. She also saw a lava lamp with a dark blue liquid and magenta wax.

“Far out!!”, she exclaimed.
Kenyatta, on the other hand, opened up a box of friendship bracelets, made out of colorful fabric. She picked out a navy blue and bright blue one for Naimah.
She walked over to Naimah and put the bracelet on her wrist.
“Ooh…Naimah started. “Thank you for the bracelet, Kenyatta. You’re so nice.”
Kenyatta smiled as she grabbed her everyday house clothes and went to the downstairs bathroom.
Naimah examined her bracelet. Then, she looked at Kenya’s CD collection.
There were Gospel, New Age, Jazz, Contemporary Jazz, Afro-Pop, Mood Music and Instrumental CDs.
“Cool collection! Finally someone who doesn’t listen to that negative music of today”, Naimah breathed.


She saw a Stan Orleans CD in the mix.
“COOL! STAN ORLEANS!!, she exclaimed.
Stanley Orleans was the youngest in the New Age Music business. He was actually 18 years old, like Kenyatta. He lived there in Morgan Heights, in a big mansion-like house downtown. He played the grand piano, folk instruments, and the keyboard. He was light-skinned and Black. He had hazel eyes, and sandy brown hair.
The CD said: STAN ORLEANS: DEEP CONNECTION.

Naimah took her shoes off and stretched her feet. She had a small smile on her face. She thought (at school) that Kenyatta was sort of snobby, since she was so smart and intelligent. And that she scored high every time.
Kenyatta had even scored high on the ACT, SAT, ITBS, any test in mind!
Kenyatta was so kind and caring, and she was still nice, even after Naimah made faces at her.
I wonder what sign she is, Naimah thought. Naimah was a Capricorn. Her birthday was near the end of December.
Kenyatta came back upstairs in her everyday casual 2-piece lavender clothes. She smiled down at Naimah.




Naimah also wondered why Kenyatta had kissed her gently on the head, like she was a small child. Perhaps, she was just so caring and she tried just to cheer her up. Thinking about it made her red in the face.
“Can I get you anything?”, Kenyatta asked, sitting down next to Naimah, on the floor.
“No, thanks”, Naimah said, meekly. “Um…”
Kenyatta’s eyes had widened in response.
“…Thanks for saving me. I guess I would’ve been in real trouble, especially if that guy wasn’t there. Then again…”
“Sure. If you had drowned, I would’ve never forgave myself…”
“Why? You barely knew me then.”
“Because I care about you, just like everyone else that I know in my life”, she replied.
“How about that Heston creep?”
“Let’s just say that he needs saving. His soul, I mean. Because he has an enormous lust for women! And that’s bad.”
“Tell that to him!…”, Naimah scoffed.
“Oh, I will…but enough about Nicholas…”
“Okay…Kenyatta…You’ve been so nice to me…even if I kind of shunned you…I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay—“



“It’s just that I thought that you were one of those snobby intellectuals, at first. When you introduced yourself. I thought you were putting on an act. I’m sorry. I was also jealous of you”, Naimah told her.
“You were in stress and were troubled. I’m not mad at you.”
“Thank you for understanding. You’re such a good person”, Naimah said, teary-eyed. “You seem to be the only person that understands me.”

Kenyatta smiled. “Aw…come here…” She gave Naimah a quick bear hug.
They both giggled.
“I’m still confused…how can you fly?”, Naimah wondered.
Kenyatta told her what happened to her earlier that day, and about her necklace.
“Are you gonna fight crime?”
“Sure, if needed.”
“So, that’s what that necklace is for. I never saw a jewel that big on a necklace.”
“Mm-hmm…so…are you going to let your mother know where you are?”, said Kenyatta, changing the subject.
“Can I do that a little later? It’s just a little after three.”
“Okay, suit yourself”, Kenyatta told her.