Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Mia: A LeFlore High Short Story, #2
    Mia: A LeFlore High Short Story, #2
    Mia: A LeFlore High Short Story, #2
    Ebook44 pages31 minutes

    Mia: A LeFlore High Short Story, #2

    By Sherman T. Cooley

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Mia's tough. A fighter. She's been fighting her entire life. When she was a child, she fought her older sister---Debra. Later she fought Joyce, her mama. Now, most days, she has to fight the feelings of self-loathing and doubt that accompany her through the halls of John L. LeFlore.

    A year ago, at Phillips Prep, Mia was part of the "in crowd," mostly because she had been friends with Chandra Thomas since elementary. But things are changing, and Mia is slowly falling out of Chandra's good graces.

    But high school is the least of her problems. The fights at home---and in her mind---are becoming more vicious. More frequent. More predatory. Mia's tough. But does she have one more fight in her?

    A LeFlore High Short Story, Vol. 2

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSherman T. Cooley
    Release dateNov 21, 2019
    ISBN9781393483748
    Mia: A LeFlore High Short Story, #2
    Author

    Sherman T. Cooley

    Sherman Terrell Cooley is a native of Mobile, Alabama and a proud graduate of John L. LeFlore High School (Rattler Nation).  He currently resides in Jacksonville, Florida with his lovely wife, Erica, where he works in sales and marketing, and is also a personal fitness trainer (ignitefitflame.com).

    Related to Mia

    Titles in the series (4)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    General Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Yellow Is the Color of Choices

      Dec 10, 2023

      For whatever reason, when she sees me each weekend, Megan still hugs me like when she was five. Her skinny arms wrap around my waist, and her eyes squeeze tight like she’s absorbing me into her skin. This is both heartening and heart-wrenching. I wan

      13 min read

    • Article

      The Space Between Us

      Oct 9, 2019

      The Space Between Us
      8 min read

    • Article

      Summer Reads

      Dec 30, 2019

      Summer Reads
      7 min read

    • Article

      The Eulogy

      Jul 13, 2022

      The Eulogy
      7 min read

    • Article

      Here’s What I Don’t Say

      Jun 1, 2019

      Here’s What I Don’t Say
      13 min read

    • Article

      Finding Peace—and Briefly, Freedom—at My Grandfather’s Funeral

      Oct 11, 2019

      “Saying goodbye with the people who loved him—and me—I remember that I am not the tomb that imprisons me.”

      6 min read

    • Article

      “I Escaped My Grandfather’s Sex Cult”

      Mar 16, 2022

      I was born into the Family, a religious movement founded in Huntington Beach, California, in 1968 by my grandfather David Brandt Berg, with help from his four children, including my father, Hosea. It was known as the Children of God in its early days

      8 min read

    • Article

      Now That I’ve Arrived

      Dec 30, 2020

      Now That I’ve Arrived
      5 min read

    • Article

      The Problem with My Dachshund

      Dec 11, 2019

      The Problem with My Dachshund
      10 min read

    • Article

      Metaphors

      Mar 10, 2023

      I’m knitting on my front porch when a car roars to a stop in front of my house. It’s a red Mustang convertible, top down on this warm Thursday afternoon in June. Two girls sit in the front, two in the back. They smile and wave at me. I smile back tho

      8 min read

    • Article

      Come with Me

      Dec 1, 2022

      Come with Me
      12 min read

    • Article

      A Good Samaritan

      Dec 6, 2022

      It was hot that day, hot for the morning and hot for April and with a stickiness in the air that suggested something had to break. I was headed up the street to ask my neighbor Meech to give me a jump when I heard a scream come from the fourplex next

      10 min read

    • Article

      Thirteen

      Jan 30, 2020

      Thirteen
      21 min read

    • Article

      Coming To Terms

      May 25, 2021

      Coming To Terms
      14 min read

    • Article

      Longer on Moon

      Sep 22, 2022

      Longer on Moon
      19 min read

    • Article

      Blackberries

      Apr 5, 2023

      Blackberries
      24 min read

    • Article

      Philip Roth

      Jun 4, 2018

      Philip Roth
      25 min read

    • Article

      I Never

      Jul 10, 2022

      “What’d you do now?” he hollered. Sheriff Thorn’s words struck my heart. Without thinking, I grasped the knife to pull it from her chest. “Shit, you crazy coot, drop it,” he snarled, then grabbed me up and slammed me against the side of the cruiser.

      13 min read

    • Article

      After “The End”

      Oct 10, 2022

      I walked down the road with a hunched back and a wet cigarette in my mouth—the fire had died a while back. My hands were tucked into the pockets of my jacket, and my hair fell over my face, limiting my sight. But I wasn’t really seeing where I was go

      10 min read

    • Article

      Shame Is Ever-Present When You’re Sitting in a Cell

      Oct 23, 2020

      Between a strained relationship with my family and the death of a good friend, I’ve struggled to feel like I’m worth something.

      5 min read

    • Article

      The Leather Coat

      Apr 4, 2024

      The Leather Coat
      6 min read

    • Article

      Hell Is A City in Texas

      Jun 14, 2021

      Hell Is A City in Texas
      10 min read

    • Article

      Proverbs Of A Faceless Time

      Dec 1, 2023

      Proverbs Of A Faceless Time
      9 min read

    • Article

      The Family Plot

      May 7, 2020

      The Family Plot
      10 min read

    • Article

      You Exist Too Much

      Jun 5, 2020

      You Exist Too Much
      9 min read

    • Article

      Penny

      Jul 2, 2020

      Penny
      6 min read

    • Article

      Yellowstone

      Dec 1, 2022

      Yellowstone
      14 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Mia

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Mia - Sherman T. Cooley

      One

      Awareness.

      Consciousness.

      Immediacy opens my eyes. But I lay still.

      Deathly so.

      Even with my four-year-old nephew’s foot-resting under my nose, I don’t move. But I’m keenly aware. I can’t afford the early-morning sluggishness that follows sleep.

      I am tired. Sleep deprived even. But alive. I made it.

      And so did Dante, my nephew.

      Waking up on this side of mortality can’t be taken for granted in this house. And sudden, blind movements can be hazardous.

      I prime my ears for the violent rearranging of furniture, the drunken, almost incoherent shouts and curses that I fell asleep to. I listen for any movement, any sound towards (or around) my door. There is none. It’s quiet.

      I remove Dante’s foot from my face wondering how he’s managed to turn ninety degrees in his sleep. Instead of being curled under me like I last remember, his body’s perpendicular to the wall. One foot is under the pillow. I place the other on top of it and tiptoe from the bed.

      Slowly, and with adequate caution, I open the door just enough to peek out. From my bedroom I can see the stairwell. A chair from the kitchen set is upturned in the middle of it. There’s still no sound, but this doesn’t allay my concerns.

      I’ve previously walked downstairs amidst an ebb in their fighting only to get swept up in the tidal wave of flying dishes and fists.

      I ain’t got time for that shit this morning. I gotta go to school, and Debra’s probably not here to take me if I miss the bus.

      Damnit!

      If she’s not here that means I gotta get Dante ready for preschool.

      I ease from behind the safety of my door and creep down the hallway towards my mama’s room. Her door’s wide open, hanging half off the hinges. A hole has been kicked in the middle of it. This must’ve happened after 2:43. I was awake until then.

      Joyce, my mama, is sprawled across the bed in a black, satin bra and blue, cotton panties. There’s a budding bruise under her right eye. If that’s all she has to show for the night, she must’ve gave better than she got this time.

      The stench of alcohol is heavy in the air. I find a gallon-sized bottle of Seagram’s Extra Dry turned on its side next to the bed. I guess she passed out before she could get good with it.

      A large, dark stain sits under the lip of the bottle where the spilled gin has soaked into the cream-colored carpet.

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1