Bad [Dialogue Writing Exercise] From My Writing Past #6: 1-900-DRM-GIRL
I am sitting in the back seat, with my mother and her boyfriend up front, when BJ, sitting beside me, leans forward. “Ma, you know what? I had a dream last night, and I called up Art, and I started yelling at him.” “What? What? Why?” “‘Cause I was mad at him, that’s why. He was in my room and throwin’ all my junk around, you know? And you know I ain’t havin’ none of that. I was all like…