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Authors: Reshonda Tate Billingsley

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With Friends Like These

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With Friends Like These
Also by ReShonda Tate Billingsley

My Brother’s Keeper

Let the Church Say Amen

Four Degrees of Heat
(with Brenda L. Thomas, Crystal Lacey Winslow, & Rochelle Alers)

I Know I’ve Been Changed

Have a Little Faith

Nothing But Drama

Blessings in Disguise

POCKET BOOKS, a division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2007 by ReShonda Tate Billingsley

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
For information address Pocket Books, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020

ISBN-10: 1-4165-3956-5
ISBN-13: 978-1-4165-3956-8

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Dedicated to Mrs. Jocelyn Reed
Who dared me to dream…
and challenged me to follow those dreams

Acknowledgments

I can never get tired of giving thanks. That’s because I have been blessed with so many wonderful people in my life, and I always want them to know how grateful I am for their continued love and support.

First and foremost, thanks to the Creator, because without God none of what I do would be possible.

To my supportive husband, Miron, thank you for everything, including the two most precious gifts I’ve ever received—Mya and Morgan.

To my mother, Nancy Blacknell…thank you for the stories. You have given me a lifetime of happiness, joy, and stories. I take back all the bad things I wished would happen to you back when I was in high school. I know now, it was all for the best.

To my little sister, Ta-Tanisha Dionne Tate…the wind beneath my wings. No, I’m not being corny, but you really are that breeze that keeps me going and helps me stay on the right track. Thanks for everything.

Of course, once again, I have to give much love to my agent, Sara Camilli (the absolute best in the business). And to my absolutely, positively wonderful editors, Brigitte Smith and Selena James (who helped shape this novel into what it is before she abandoned me)…you ladies have done wonders for my writing career and I wouldn’t be where I am today if it were not for the two of you. Many, many thanks also go to Melissa Gramstad and all the other wonderful people at Simon & Schuster/Pocket Books.

To one of my closest friends, Pat Tucker Wilson, have I told you I’m proud to be your friend? Thanks for always having my back. To the talented LaWonda “LaShay” Smith, thanks for being there whenever I called. Whether it was hooking up my MySpace page, or watching the girls, I always can count on you. I must also show my appreciation to the numerous schools and churches that have had me out to share my talents and knowledge, especially Westside High School and Christa McAuliffe Middle School.

I could go on and on…but for the sake of creating more drama ’cuz I left someone’s name out…let me say this: Thank you everybody and their mama! (How’s that?)

Thanks to all the young people who have sent me emails, stopped me on the streets, and gone out of their way to let me know what they think about my teen books. You make all my work worthwhile. Your love and support has been so overwhelming that we’re doing it again…keep an eye out for the next round of Good Girlz books!

Until next time, thanks for the love.

Peace.

ReShonda

(www.myspace.com/reshonda_tate_billingsley)

With Friends Like These
1
Camille

M
y name is Tameka Adams, and I don’t want to be here.” Tameka made the announcement like she was at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. She twirled her fingers through her long ponytail as she sighed in frustration.

Personally, I wanted to tell her to beat it, then. I know one thing, if she was coming to join our group, homegirl was gon’ have to lose the attitude. I mean, I know she’s Rachel’s niece by marriage and all. But she and her funky attitude needed to go.

Rachel is our group leader, the founder of the Good Girlz community service group. Don’t let the name fool you, though. We all are far from good. Rachel started the group here in Houston as part of some youth outreach program at Zion Hill Missionary Baptist Church, where her husband was pastor. Her old snooty church members didn’t want her to start the group. But even though she’s First Lady, Rachel marches to a beat of her own. She told those old biddies where they could go. Now here we are, a year after we started. And even those people who didn’t want us at first are now feeling us.

I ain’t gon’ even lie, though, I came here kickin’ and screamin’. But since my choice was either the Good Girlz or jail, well, I guess you could see why I’m here. The bad part was, I got in a whole bunch of trouble over my stupid, no-good, stank, dirty dog ex-boyfriend, Keith. Long story short, the fool went to jail for a carjacking, broke out, and had me hiding him in my grandma’s house. Then when the police came, he took off through a back window, and I was the one who got arrested for harboring a fugitive. Can you believe that? Me, a straight-A (well, sometimes B and C) person, got arrested. I was only fifteen, so I didn’t have to go to regular jail. I spent a week in a juvenile facility while they had a manhunt for Keith. And do you know where they found that dog? At his baby mama’s house. That was a bit of a problem because I didn’t know he had a baby. And I dang sure didn’t know he had a baby mama.

Anyway, he got sent back to jail. They eventually found out he didn’t do it—it was his stepbrother—so he got out. And of course he tried to come running back to me, but I wasn’t hearing it. (Okay, maybe I did take him back one time, but he messed up again, cheating on me with his crazy baby mama, so I kicked him to the curb and I hadn’t talked to him since.)

“Hello. Earth to Camille.”

I looked up to see Angel waving her hand in my face.

I snapped back to the meeting, not even realizing my mind had wandered off.

“Glad you could rejoin us,” Rachel said with a smile.

I shot her an apologetic look as she continued talking.

“Now that I’ve explained to our new girls all of the benefits of our wonderful group, we want everyone to introduce themselves,” Rachel said. “Starting with you, Jasmine.”

“Aww, Miss Rachel, it’s not like Tameka doesn’t know us. She’s been here before,” Jasmine protested. Tameka had come to our first meeting, but at the time she chose not to participate. I don’t know what had brought her back this time.

“It’s not like she even wants to know us,” I mumbled.

Rachel must’ve heard me because she cut her eyes at me. “Yes, but Julia doesn’t know everyone,” Rachel said, referring to the brown-skinned girl sitting in the front row. “And why must you give me a hard time on everything?” Rachel asked Jasmine.

“Fine,” Jasmine said. “I’m Jasmine Jones.” She turned to Rachel with a huge smile. “How’s that?”

Me, Alexis, and Angel cracked up laughing. Jasmine was our girl. Even though she was pretty, she used to have a complex about being so tall and athletic-looking. She’d been like Tameka when we first started, a mean tomboy who didn’t want to be here. But we’d broken down her guard, and now she was totally cool. We are all tight. The only other person who’d been in our group was Alexis’s friend, Trina. She joined for a little while, but got arrested for shoplifting and sent to jail. (That’s another long story.) So I think none of us were too keen on anyone else joining our little circle, especially somebody with a funky attitude like Tameka.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “You all are working my nerves.”

Alexis raised her hand. “I’ll go, Miss Rachel. My name is Alexis Lansing,” she said, standing up, tossing her long golden brown hair over her shoulder. You couldn’t tell Alexis she wasn’t Beyoncé ’s twin. Well, you could but she wouldn’t believe you. “I’m a junior at St. Pius Catholic School.”

“But she definitely ain’t no Catholic schoolgirl,” I playfully muttered, referring to her part in the little shoplifting spree she and Trina went on a few months ago. Angel high-fived me as Alexis, who was standing in front of me, shot me the finger behind her back.

“Bigmouth over here is Camille Harris,” Alexis continued, pointing at me. “And that is Angel Lopez,” she said, pointing at Angel. “All of them are juniors at Madison High School.”

Julia gave us a smile. She was a weird-looking girl with long black hair that looked like it was in need of a good washing. She wore a long black skirt and long-sleeved black T-shirt, even though it was the middle of August.

“Now, Julia, do you want to tell us a little about yourself?” Rachel asked.

Julia shrugged. “Not much to tell. I go to Lamar High School, and I had to come here because my friends do drugs. I don’t, but my parents think I do because I hang around them. They think if I come here, it’ll cure me.”

We all stared at her. That girl was a druggie if I ever seen one.

“Well, even though you don’t think you need to be here, maybe you’ll get something out of our group,” Rachel said.

Julia didn’t look convinced. But Rachel didn’t seem to notice as she began talking about all the community service projects we would be working on, including the one we had scheduled for Saturday.

By the time we wrapped up, I think all of us were worn out. Alexis, Angel, and Jasmine immediately gravitated toward one another, so I decided to personally welcome Julia and Tameka, who were sitting off by themselves.

“Hey, are you guys going to be at the community service project Saturday?” I asked.

Tameka folded her arms and stuck out her bottom lip. “I guess, since it seems like we don’t really have a choice.”

Julia rolled her eyes. “Not if I can help it.”

The three of us stood there, looking around awkwardly. I noticed Angel, Alexis, and Jasmine cracking up about something. Finally, when I saw neither Julia or Tameka were in a talkative mood, I shrugged. “Oh, well. See you guys later.” I went back to my friends, telling myself I’d tried. I’d just stick to the original Good Girlz, the ones I knew were my true friends. I guess we just had no room for outsiders.

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