Transpose

Transpose: To move or transfer to a new location, or to move to a new/different town. 

Amara’s POV

“These boxes are damn heavy, did you put some dead bodies in them?” Miykal asked. 

I rolled my eyes at her stupid question and focused back on removing the rest of my stuffs from the back of my beaten up old Toyota vehicle that I had managed to transport with me from New York to California for a fucking ridiculous amount of money that can definitely guarantee me a good time at an expensive spa. 

Okay breathe, Amara. You’ve got this. You’re a woman of virtue, one who’s not supposed to curse out but a sophisticated one who takes things lightly and believes in one step at a time solution to problems. 

I mean it, Amara, breathe. I mentally controlled myself. 

“Say your mind Amara. I know you have a lot to say. Don’t keep it in, let it go” Miykal advised. She knew I was glaring at nothingness for unknown fucked up reasons. 

“Stop cursing me out in your head, Mara” she advised using her nickname for me. 

“I’m not cursing out at you, I’m just cursing out at my situation. I can’t believe I successfully brought this car into California at half the price that I got it” I spat out

“You should have left it in New York” She picked up one of the boxes and started walking into the building that we’ve both saved up to rent one of its apartments. 

Her short brown hair outshined my shoulder length black hair. Even though we’ve been friends for years, we still find it difficult to pick out the similarities that we share. 

“I don’t see a reason why I should have left this car in New York, it has been my Saviour for the past two years and I still don’t want to let it go yet, it’s my baby” 

 I corrected her, stopping her from going any further with insulting the one thing that permitted and allowed my ass not to make use of my other car called a legmosium. Which is another word for walking with my two tiny legs. 

“Let me do this simple analysis for you concerning that deadbeat of a car” I rolled my eyes once more and glared at her.

“At least, open the door so we can go into the house. Just because we’re on the first floor of this apartment doesn’t give us the right to misuse such a blessing. People use the stairs too, you know” 

She shakes her head, ignores my comment and goes on to open the door. She dropped the box close to the living area while I checked out the apartment. 

Miykal is a second year student of the University of California, Los Angeles and also, fortunately enough for me, she’s my best friend as well. We grew up together in Trenton before her family moved to New York, where I later joined them for a duration of three months before moving out. 

I’ve been taking an online business administration course for two years while working two different shifts at a restaurant in New York City as the cashier/ receptionist. Immediately I finished my course, an opportunity opened up in California. It was more of a way to make my life better and make things rosier for myself.

So I did the next thing I thought was smarter. Packed up my stuff as well as my savings and moved to California to join Miykal after applying for this new opportunity.

“Okay! Like I said about your car. Let’s liken it to a child. Let’s imagine I gave birth to a baby seven years ago and due to irreconcilable issues, I gave the baby up for adoption. He’s seven, right? Then this person who adopted the baby took care of it for two more years, now the baby is nine years old. The baby is no more a baby” I furrowed my eyebrow at her trying to get what she was saying exactly. 

“You’re hopeless, Mara. The car is the baby. That car is old, that’s all I’m trying to tell you” She raised her hand and dropped it in surrender.

“You didn’t have to make up a whole comprehension passage just to tell me my car is old” 

I went back outside to pick up the rest of my stuff from the booth of the car. Then, the problem started. I tried closing it back but the booth wouldn’t bulge, it was stuck. 

“The baby is no more a baby, Mara. Let it go. Sell it”

“Or maybe I should eat it up. That might be a better idea, right?” I asked sarcastically, glaring at her. 

I tried closing it once more but heck, my efforts were in vain.

“It’s about to start raining, Mara. You want me to bring a blanket for your baby. Don’t let the baby get drenched with rain” I could have cursed out at her but no, I wouldn’t. I’ll hold it all in as the right thing a sophisticated lady would do.

Fuck sophistication! I flipped her the middle finger. 

“Come on. You know what the rain does to you baby girl. Let’s go in, we’ll get it sorted out by tomorrow” 

She was right. After what had happened to me that night, I got scared anytime it rained, especially if it was at night and if there was thunder. The doctors said it was PTSD but I still didn’t let it hold me back from reaching my goals. 

“Do you have a nylon or maybe a huge raincoat?” I asked.

“You want to wear it for your baby?” She asked, laughing out loud. 

“I thought I was evil but you’re fucking evil and a bitch too” I moved away slowly from the car and joined her at the front of the building. 

It’s been three years since things changed for me and I was just a seventeen years old girl then, but now, I’m a woman on becoming twenty one soonest and like Miykal said, I need to let go of the car. 

“I’ll sell it after I get the job” I suddenly declared.

“You mean, you want to sell your baby, your child of over thirty years. Only God knows how old that car is” She mockingly replied

“I’m serious, Miykal. It’s bad enough. But I’m selling it only if I get the job” 

“Talking about the job, when is the interview?”

“Monday morning” I replied

“You can do it. I don’t want to see this car anymore, so I’ll be giving you all of my good luck charms” 

“Yeah! Give it to me baby, mama needs it” I said sending a kiss over to her. 

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