Zahara
I reached back and felt around for the cup that somehow ended up on the floor, hoping I found it before the light turned green. I grabbed onto it and sat it in the passenger seat while I grabbed a wipe to clean it off. While I was wiping it off I heard the car behind me beeping, yet the car in front of me hadn't even started driving yet. I reached back and handed it to Zari and rolled my eyes when the person beeped again. I put my hand out the window and stuck my middle finger up, I hate idiots that beep when traffic isn't even moving yet. What the fuck do they want me to do, move traffic with my bare hands?
When the light turned green, the car in front of me started moving slowly. I shook my head, I'm trying to get where I'm going I don't have time for this. I looked through my mirrors and put my turning signal on to get in the turning lane. I made an appointment for me and Zari to get our toes done and I don't wanna be late. I switched lanes just to have the asshole that was behind me speed up behind me and literally ride on my bumper the whole way. I took a deep breath and counted to three, if my daughter wasn't in the car I promise I would have pulled over and all hell would have broke loose. I have mild road rage, but I control it when my child is with me, at least I try.
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I picked Zari up and sat her in the small pedicure chair before sitting in the bigger one next to her. This salon I found does pedicures for kids and adults. They have the cutest little stations for the kids in between the ones for the adults. They offered me wine and gave Zari apple juice and cookies. I put my feet in the water the lady prepared for me and took my phone out.
"Zari, say cheese"
She put her cookie down and made a face that was far from a smile.
"What are you doing girl, smile"
This time she smiled quickly and went back to her cookies, I took the picture and started to post it to my instagram. But before I could actually upload my phone started ringing.
We used to be laid up, posted. On the same page on our blow shit. Never had to try, we was close then. Now I look at you, I don't even notice. First I was off it, on it. Couldn't make out what you wanted. You was out here on your old shit. Man fuck outta here, yeah I noticed.
I answered the phone and put it to my ear, accepted his call and waited for him to say something. And as usually the one and only thing came out of his mouth..
"Where's my baby?"
"Right here"
"What is she doing?"
"Getting her toes done with me"
"That's cute.. y'all miss me yet?"
"Your baby misses you, when do you come home?"
"Three weeks"
"Why are you even in there?"
"I told you I had warrants.. traffic violations"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah.. I have to do sixty days, I could have been out but no one else picked up my calls"
"What do you need?"
"Don't worry about it, I'm good"
"No for real, what do you need?"
"Nothing-"
"You need someone to post your bail?"
