Fast Forward (Kimani Tru Series)

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How did Kenisha Lewis's life go from near perfect to sheer chaos in just a few months? Coping with family tragedy is tough enough without getting kicked out of private school and sent to the local public school, where she's forced to make some major adjustments. New friends (and enemies), new clothes, a hot new guy who might be mixed up in something serious… It's no surprise that those close to her think Kenisha's moving way too fast. One thing's for sure: in order to deal with the trouble that's coming her way, ...

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How did Kenisha Lewis's life go from near perfect to sheer chaos in just a few months? Coping with family tragedy is tough enough without getting kicked out of private school and sent to the local public school, where she's forced to make some major adjustments. New friends (and enemies), new clothes, a hot new guy who might be mixed up in something serious… It's no surprise that those close to her think Kenisha's moving way too fast. One thing's for sure: in order to deal with the trouble that's coming her way, she'll have to figure out who to trust, who to ditch and how to be true to the person she really is.…

Final YALSA 2010 Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Adult Readers List!

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Part romance, part problem novel, part cautionary tale, this book is full of drama. Kenisha Lewis's mother has just died, and the 15-year-old is having a great deal of difficulty accepting her suicide. Confused and angry, she makes choices in her troubled mental state that defy logic-adult logic, that is. Kenisha gets caught up in neighborhood violence, wild parties, and deception. She has "drama" with her father and with her former boyfriend's "baby mamma," and has fights in school. She also has best girl friends who are there for her; a wise, but strict grandmother; a big sister who is a role model; and a gentle, understanding new boyfriend. Norfleet captures African-American life as it might be experienced by an upwardly mobile young black female. The story has plenty of action and rapid-fire movement, which should make it a hit with reluctant readers.-Carol Jones Collins, Hanover Park High School, East Hanover, NJ

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373831340
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 2/1/2009
  • Series: Kimani Tru Series
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 1,480,231
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: HL530L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Celeste O. Norfleet, a native Philadelphian, has always been artistic but now her artistic imagination flows through the computer keys. With over 14 novels she continues to win rave reviews and critical praise for her spicy Kimani Arabesque romances reflecting strong sexy characters with unpredictable plots and exciting story lines. Although Arabesque is her heart Celeste is now lending her talent to TRU, Kimani’s young adult line. Celeste lives in Virginia with her husband and two teens.

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"All that other stuff is behind me now. I made sure of it. I don't even look back anymore. It's strange, like closing a door. But instead of being all nice about it, I slammed it, locked it, bolted it and then tossed the key. I'm done. It's time to fast forward."


I swear sometimes I think my life is a reality show and I just don't know it. The only things missing are commercial interruptions and that running thing at the bottom of the screen telling everybody about my mom, my dad and all my family drama. I can see it now, Kenisha Lewis Exits the Fab Lane: The Way it Ain't, in Her Not So Real World. The thing is, I keep waiting for the director to jump out and yell cut when my take's over. But it's not happening. 'Course everything else is. See, my life was clicking along just fine until my dad dropped his bomb that dumped me and my mom at my grandmother's place in D.C. He was tripping as usual. His skank-of-the-month is a hoochie-momma reject with two—almost three—kids. They're supposed to be my sibs. I don't know. Whatever. Anyway, my mom died and I found out about my real sister. Things just went sideways after that.

I don't know exactly when it all started, but all of a sudden things are just fierce, and not in a good way. After the summer I went back to my old school, Hazelhurst Academy for Girls, thinking everything would be like it was before. But it's not. Nothing is the same. I guess 'cause I'm not the same. It's like I grew up overnight, and everyone else is just standing still. I keep wondering when it all changed. Was it when my mom died, or when I found out that my cousin is really my sister, or when my ex-best friend, Chili, got pregnant by my ex-boyfriend, LaVon?

It didn't take long for word to get around about my mom and dad. Everybody knew they broke up and that my mom died after that. It still doesn't seem real. I keep waiting for her to call me and tell me that I missed curfew. I still have her last message on my cell. I can't erase it. It just seems wrong.

Anyway, the only thing keeping me even halfway sane is hanging with my girls, Jalisa Saunders and Diamond Riggs. They're still the same. We still joke around, and we still go to Freeman Dance Studio. Yep, it's still our place. It's the freedom to kick it out that really keeps me going. After everything, I just go there and chill. All I have to do is get through this new drama.

So now I'm sitting here, waiting in front of the guidance office. My turn is next. I know I'm gonna hear it, but it's not like I really care. I could say it wasn't my fault, but I know it was—at least some of it. I slapped her. But seriously, the shock on her face was worth it. She had the nerve to jump up in my face, so I handled it.

Open palm, all in the wrist, just like my mom said. 'Course, that started all kinds of screaming. Hazelhurst Academy girls don't fight, so the whole thing took less than three minutes to squash. But it was enough to get my point across. I guess she won't be up in my face next time. I smirked and looked across the open office space. Regan Payne was a skank with serious drama issues. We didn't like each other from way back in seventh grade. The only thing keeping me from whipping her ass back then was my grades. So now I'm done with all that. It doesn't matter anymore.

She's sitting across from me staring again like she think she wants to do something. You'd think she woulda learned by now. Her face was a mess. Well, I guess everything about her was a mess. She wore a hoodie to fight. That was so stupid. I grabbed hold and banged her face over half the lockers down the hallway. I'm not bragging. I really don't do the fighting thing, but I refuse to back down. So now she just keeps staring like she wants to go round two with me. "What?" I ask, in a threatening tone, "you think you want to step up in my face again?"

"Don't even think about it. Turn around." The gruff male voice made me look up seeing the security guard standing beside my chair. He had a bulldog face with a permanent frown that said he wasn't putting up with anything. Fine, 'cause for real this is so stupid. What did he expect me to do, jump up and start whipping on her again here in the main office? I think I made my point already. Her swollen bleeding lip and the weave tracks hanging out of her head was proof of that.

Anyway, a few minutes later my cell vibrates in my pocket. I already know who it is, either Diamond or Jalisa. They're my girls, even if they forget sometimes—forget to keep secrets—but we're still tight. They were there when it happened—when my mom died—by my side the whole time. You don't forget stuff like that. It was a long, hard summer, and by August things had just crashed and burned. I can't believe I actually thought September would be different, better. It wasn't.

I pulled out my cell and checked the number. I was wrong. It was LaVon. Seriously, I have no idea why that fool is still trying to talk to me. He knows his stupid behind is played out. I don't have time for his drama. And all that about him and Chili, he can keep that 'cause they sure 'nuff deserve each other.

"I know you don't intend to use that thing in here," the secretary said, eyeing me suspiciously, like I'd been holding a gun or something.

I looked at the cell phone in my hand then back up at her. She was always a pain in the butt. She acted like she owned half the school. "Get a life lady, you're a paper pusher, not queen of the world," I wanted to say that, but of course I didn't. "No, I was just checking the time," I said, as I closed the phone. "I don't have a watch anymore."

"It's third period, eleven forty-five," she snapped.

"Thank you," I said nicely and smiled hoping she actually thought I meant it. Man, going back to school was seriously harder than I thought. No lie, this place is working a sistah's nerves for real with everybody acting all strange and different. They should seriously check that stuff. The teachers were all sympathetic, and the students were just acting all stupid, more stupid than usual. Then it's the other side.

The jealous skanks that wanta step up in my face. Yeah, my candy-ass is still workin' it, after my mom, after my dad, after Chili and especially after LaVon. I'm still workin' it. That's why I had to step up and jump right back in Regan's face. She was getting all up on herself, like she don't know or something. I looked at her sitting there. She rolled her eyes. I just started laughing. This place is a trip. I don't know why I didn't see it before.

The door opened and Mrs. Hanover, the dean of students, stood waiting. She didn't say anything. She just stood there like I was supposed to be intimidated or something. Wrong. "Kenisha Lewis," the secretary said, rather than asked. Sitting behind her desk, she looked directly at me, I guess expecting me to flinch or something. Thing is, six months ago I would have. I would have just about peed my pants. Now, I just don't care.

"Yeah," I said standing, then sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at Regan. It was childish, I know, but whatever. I was just so tired of all this fake drama. Everybody had something to say.

"Come in Kenisha," Mrs. Hanover said.

I walked over to the open door hearing the quiet chatter of the silly student aides over by the copy machine. They were looking at me and whispering. For real, sometimes I really hate this place.

I walked into the office. My counselor, Mrs. Clarkson, was sitting talking to my dad. Five guesses who they were talking about. My dad watched as I sat down in the chair between him and Mrs. Clarkson. The disappointing grimace on his face didn't move me. If that's all he had, I was fine.

My dad's a trip like that. He plays this concerned father when he has to. But he's got so much going on that even I don't know how he handles it. He has a dead almost-wife, a wannabe wife who's pregnant and argues all night long. Plus I just know he's stepping out on her, mainly 'cause it's the same thing he did with my mom. The whole monogamy thing just isn't him. He's an old-time player still trying to work it.

"Kenisha, is there something you want to tell us before we get started?" Mrs. Clarkson said, trying to be as pleasant as possible. Believe it or not, I actually liked her before. She was kind and always gave you a platform to speak. But I wasn't in the mood to do the soft, tender thing. I guess I'm still too angry. So I looked at Mrs. Clarkson like she's nuts. Talk about a cliché. Is she for real? "No."

"If ever you want to talk, I'm here," she added, in that way she has that always makes you feel like you're five years old.

So I give her a blank stare. She is nuts. What does she want me to do—open up, cry, scream, say sorry? It ain't happening. It's like everybody expects me to be different. I'm not. I'm still the same as I was before. It's everybody else who changed.

Mrs. Hanover walked over and sat behind her desk. She turned to her computer and pressed a few keys. My transcript came up. "Kenisha, your father, Mrs. Clarkson and I have been discussing your problem…"

I stopped listening. First of all, I don't have a problem, they do. None of this would have happened if I didn't have to deal with all this stupid stuff. "…counseling is a possibility…" "…I have the numbers of some excellent child psychologists in the area…"

"I'm afraid we've gone beyond that…" By the time school started three weeks ago my grandmother and father decided that it was best for me to continue going to Hazelhurst. My father suggested that I stay with him during the week then go to my grandmother's house in D.C. on the weekends.

"…your irrational outbursts will not be tolerated…" "…given your exemplary scholastic past…" "…we're of course deeply sorry for your loss…" Whatever. They always talk around you but never to you. Everybody's sorry, everybody understands, everybody feels my pain. It's all crap. Nobody gets it but me. Mom died and left me alone to deal with all this. Dad has his pregnant girlfriend, my sister Jade has her man Ty, my grandmom has her church ladies and Terrence is in school. "…we needn't decide today, but she needs help…" "…my suggestion is to give her another chance…"

"…I think it would be best…"

"Kenisha, are you even listening to Mrs. Hanover?" my dad asked, knowing that I wasn't. "You need to pay attention. This is really important. This is your future."

"Yes," I hissed slowly.

"Perhaps after a semester or two Kenisha will feel ready to return. Of course at that time we'll be delighted to have her back with us. In the meantime we here at Hazelhurst are deeply saddened by your loss. Mrs. Lewis was a tremendous woman with exceptional skills. We will all miss her."

"Thank you. My wife was indeed a very special woman."

I half laughed, making a noise that sounded more like I was choking. I didn't intend to do it. It's just that he caught me off guard with that "my wife" crap. Newsflash James, Barbara was not your wife. She was the woman you lived with, had me with, then cheated on for a dozen or so years before she poured a medicine cabinet down her throat and died.

"Are you okay, dear?" Mrs. Clarkson asked.

I nodded, cleared my throat and covered my mouth. Mrs. Hanover got up and poured me a glass of water. She handed the glass to me then stood over me patting my back. It was strange, but I played along.

"The strain of my wife's loss has taken a burdensome toll on all of us. Most particularly Kenisha and myself," he added, reaching over and touching my hand. I was still holding my cell, so he took it and held my hand. "I don't know what I'm going to do with Barbara gone. She was everything to me. Her death was so tragic, so unnecessary. We're all just so devastated."

"Of course," Mrs. Clarkson said softly, "perhaps we can be a bit more understanding and patient."

Mrs. Hanover nodded, "Yes of course we understand, and we'll try to be more obliging given the uniquely tragic circumstances. But, Kenisha, you need to do your part as well."

"Do you hear that, Kenisha?" my dad asked.

I nodded. I had no idea how he did it, but my father had just wrapped Mrs. Hanover and Mrs. Clarkson around his finger and gotten me another chance. The man is seriously a player.

"Okay, Kenisha, this is it. Understood? We can't do this again. This is the fourth time you've been in this office in three weeks. Your past scholastic record is the only thing keeping you here right now. Do you understand? One more infraction of the rules and you will be expelled. I'll have no choice. That means you need to pick up your grades and start acting like you want to be here. You may go wait outside for your father."

I said thank you, then walked out leaving my dad in the office to do whatever damage control he intended to do. Of course the first person I saw was Regan standing talking with some of her girlfriends. They turned and stared at me as I walked over to the administrative assistant's desk to get a pass back to class. The security guard was there, too. I got my pass and was leaving the office with the guard behind me. Regan and her stupid girlfriends had nothing better to do than to call me a name on my way out.

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  • Posted December 1, 2012

    Bowwww. Flyy Book

    Bowwww. Flyy Book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2012

    Fast Forward ( Celeste O Norfleet)

    This book is sooooo lnteresting. This book talks about what their going threw and what there feelings are

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 30, 2012

    The Secret of Castle Hill

    Chapter Eight ~

    I stepped outside of the craft to see that it twilight. We must have been flying the whole day.
    Ms. Prim followed us out of the vehicle, a grim look on her face. Mr. Brown strode out after her, mustache twitching.
    I turned away from the craft to see a huge building, a distant shape in the gray shadows.
    That must be Castle Hill.
    "Follow me." Ms. Prim said. I turned and hurried after the others. As we headed for the building, I saw other crafts landing and more kids getting out. "Follow me." Other escorts were saying.
    As we drew closer, I could see why it was called Castle Hill. It looked like a giant medival castle, and it was standing on a hill. Ms. Prim led us to the drawbridge, which was open.
    Our group was joined with many others as we headed for the castle doors.
    Anothet escort knoced on the door with a buldging fist. It swung slowly open. Mr. Brown shoved us inside.
    Inside, it looked even bigger than it had from the outside. The ceiling seemed miles away, and hallways split off in every which way. Torches hung from the stone walls, casting a flickering light on the dim shadows.
    Mr. Brown disapeared, and Ms. Prim led us down one of the many hallways. We found ourselves in a huge room. The floor was covered with sleeping bags. "You will sleep here untill you are assigned a dormitory." She said. "We will send someone to get you tommarrow morning." With that, she disapeared.
    "Just like that?" A kid said, frowning.
    "I'm hungry." The fat boy said.
    Shrugging, I found a sleeping bag in the back corner of the room. I wasn't tired so I just sat down and watched everyone else. Shoving each other, everyone else found places to sleep. Soon, the lights went out and the room was filled with snoring. I sighed, pulling my blanket about me.
    # # #
    Brolli knocked on the door a second time, waiting for one of the kids to answer. She frowned, turning the doornob.
    The door was unlocked.
    The house was silent.
    "Alora? Janred?" She called anxiously. Feeling a pang of dread, she dashed for Alora's room.
    It was empty.
    And the window was open.
    "Oh no..." She breathed.
    She was right.
    Alora had gone to war.
    And if she was gone, no doubt Janred had too.
    Her dark eyes began to tear up.
    It was all her fault.
    Brolli shuffled out of the room and headed for the living room. On her way there, she noticed something.
    A scrap of paper.
    She picked it up, and turned it over.
    It was blank.
    Brolli sighed. As though a random piece of paper could help her. She dropped it in the trash can as she sat down on the couch. She sighed again.
    She had known this would happen.
    Why didn't she do anything?
    Why did she feel so responsable?
    Brolli heard the door open. "Who's there?" She stammered.
    And then everything went black.
    # # #
    I woke up, feeling slightly refreshed.
    I yawned, looking around. Everyone else was still asleep.
    'This is it.' I thought. 'You're going to become a warrior, just like you wanted. You might even see Janred again.'
    I wasn't excited.
    War took my father, my best friend, my brother, and now's it's taking me.

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  • Posted May 5, 2011

    great book

    it is a great book just a little predictable over all its great

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  • Posted January 11, 2011

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    Lots of Drama!!

    After all she went through in Pushing Pause, especially the family tragedy, Kenisha Lewis is ready to leave all the drama behind her and Fast Forward. But drama seems to follow her wherever she goes or she puts herself right in the middle of it. Kenisha is kicked out of the school she went to all of her life, Hazelhurst Academy for Girls, and she makes a choice to attend public school. She hangs around the wrong people and changes, but not for the better. She starts making bad choices and doesn't seem to get it when her "real" friends are concerned. Someone she cares about is affected by her careless decisions, and that is when she takes a good look at herself. I had to overlook quite a bit of profanity, but this was a good read. It would be nice if Kenisha didn't use bad language so much, but I do like her. She's an angry girl (understandable under the circumstances)in this story, but she is also very intelligent and talented. Li'l T is cool and I really like the grandmom; a wise woman who loves and supports her granddaughter, but never condones any bad behavior. Norfleet included words of wisdom and valuable lessons and that's a good thing, but there was something mentioned that I totally disagreed with: It was suggested that a particular person's death was God's will. This person committed suicide. I realize this is not a Christian novel, but I really have to say that God is loving and life is a gift. I do not believe it would ever be God's will for anyone to take his/her own life. Satan comes to kill, steal and destroy. God wants us to live life to the fullest. I feel a responsiblity to readers and, most importantly, the heavenly Father to make the truth known. Norfleet does send a message that is very important: Suicide affects the people left behind.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2010

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    This book was totaly awesome

    this book was tottaly awesome I loved the way the fast moving just moved it was a great book and was definetly for ages 11 and up. I read this book with my 12 year old daughter and her 11 year old friend in attemt to start a book club and loved the way they responded to all the quetsions. they were really good with it and I woukld expect everyone to love this book.

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  • Posted June 13, 2009

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    'Fast Forward' and Kenisha Lewis are back. While she's a little more seasoned, unfortunately, due to the death of her mom, the fact still remains, she's hurting. The school year has just started and she can't seem to get into full gear. While things look the same, it just isn't in Kenisha's world. Her cousin Jade is actually her sister. LaVon, her ex-boyfriend, was cheating all along with her so called friend Chilli and they have a baby on the way. Then if that weren't bad enough, she's forced to live in a house that used to be her home with her mom and dad with his new family. Expulsion is the final thread and Kenisha decides that Virginia just may not be the right fit for her.

    In D.C. she has a chance to start anew. Unfortunately, with public school comes a new cast of characters, shenanigans and issues. Things seem to keep pivoting in the wrong direction. Can Kenisha learn to navigate her life before she gets in over her head?

    Again, 'Fast Forward' is a great read. I could fully understand and relate to this character's emotions. I enjoyed the fact that the story wasn't perfect and that there were consequences to her missteps. I do hope that this isn't the last that we've seen of this series.

    Reviewed by: Lauren

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