Who finna send me a car so I can show y'all that I know how to reverse? 💀💀💀
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Omniscient
Nadir rubbed one of her shirts together between her hands in the bathroom sink.
Every once in a while, she would go through the donation bins and pick out a decent shirt and pair of pants and use it until it got too worn out.
She wrung out her shirt before grabbing her underwear and wringing them out once again and put them into her bag.
She cleaned up her mess, and left the restaurant.
"I see you go in there every other day, but you don't ever order any food"
Nadir looked down towards the parking lot and kept walking.
She wasn't going to respond.
"You should look where you're walking before you get hurt. Here"
She turned around, and a man held out a bag of subway towards her.
"No thank you" She rejected the offer.
"I work at subway, it didn't cost me anything. I even got you a cookie"
"Someone else-"
"Yeah, I know someone else could use it. but I made it for you"
"What's on it?"
"Well I guess I didn't make it for you. I don't know your interests, so you can just build it yourself. Like a lunchable" He smiled at her.
He looked to be around the age of twenty two or twenty three.
"Thank you" Nadir said, and accepted the bag.
"No problem. My name's Earnest by the way"
"The name fits"
He laughed. "Hadn't noticed"
She nodded her head before turning to walk away from him.
She walked back towards the dumpster, and on the way back, she spotted a man holding a sign that read that he was a homeless veteran and god bless.
"Here you go" Nadir took the cookie out of the bag first before offering it up.
"I don't want food, I want money. You got any money?"
Nadir shook her head before walking away.
There was another homeless person standing on the corner, and they gratefully accepted the food and gave Nadir a hug.
That made her feel good about herself.
Nadir went to go sit by her dumpster and pulled out the hydrogen peroxide to pour over her cut hand.
The bubbling of the peroxide helped loosen small bits of glass.
She had spent the last of her money on it, because she couldn't risk getting an infection.
She pulled a strand of hair out of her damp ponytail and began to twist it.
Sitting there, staring at the adjacent wall, she ended up twisting her whole head and putting it back into the ponytail.
Today was her eighteenth birthday, and she didn't even know it.
Earnest walked down the alley, and stopped when he reached Nadir. "You eat fast"
"You stalk fast" She picked at her pants.
"I didn't mean to stalk you, I just lost my train of thought when I was talking to you earlier"
"You derailed"
He laughed. "Yeah, but I wanted to know if you wanted to go do something with me"
"I'm dirty"
"Soap touches you more than it touches me"
"Whichever one of your friends told you to do this, just tell them to fuck off. I'm tired of that shit"
As much as people talked down on her, she could never get used to it.
"What friends, ma? I'm a grown ass man, who do you think I think I need to impress?"
"Well then no thank you"
"I won't spend any money on you, since you'd just give whatever it was away"
"Do you sell drugs?" She asked, looking up to stare in his face.
"A nigga is scared to get shot. Why, do I look thuggish to you? Is it the pants?"
"You didn't answer my question"
"No, I just work at subway" He answered honestly.
"I wouldn't sell drugs for you"
"I'll keep it in mind, ma"
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Antiere lay in Nadir's bed just staring at the ceiling.
"Happy birthday, baby"
"You know it ain't your fault" Chance walked into her room.
"I know, it's everybody's fault"
"Yeah"
"I was thinking about getting her name tattooed on me, but what would that do?"
"I wish I had something on Pharoah. I used to spend almost every day with the nigga, and I barely knew shit. All we did was smoke and do stupid shit" Chance wished he had paid attention.
"I told you from the beginning that he wasn't your fucking friend. Shit wouldn't have been as bad if you had listened to me-"
"You wasn't there from the beginning so I really don't need you to say shit about it. Y'all was arguing over Nadir, and I had assumed that it was over some petty shit"
"How the fuck you gone still gone be friends with a nigga that hoed your sister though? I don't get it"
"How you still here, but it's time for you to get the fuck out? She broke up with yo ass anyways"
Antiere got up and dismissed himself.
"I'm not finna do this. It ain't worth shit" He laughed.
"Do what? Cause we just talking. Pointing fingers ain't gone do shit, because we both guilty. It damn sure won't bring my sister back"
A half an hour later, Chance was slumped on the couch, and Kensli walked back and forth across his body.
"Bub"
"Huh?" She questioned.
"Do you know who Nadir is?"
"Noooo, but I can't play in her room"
"Do you know who the lady in the orange pajamas was?"
"That my granny"
"Aight"
"Daddy, you no fun. Mommy house?"
"You don't want to spend any time with me, Kens? Damn."
"You a boy"
"What is a gender?"
"I dunno, boy" Kensli slid off of the couch.
"Discrimination"
"Slow down your words, daddy" She left the room.
Chance laughed. "Imma do better"
Kensli came back, dragging a bucket with a blanket and a tea set. "Mommy said that daddies don't do tea parties, so we needed to see"
He slid to sit down on the floor. "Technology getting good these days. Who needs Maury when you got tea?"
"I don't like tea. I do cocoa"
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Pharoah tied King's shoes.
"I hope you learn something from me, nigga"
Imogen turned around at the sink. "He's going to grow up and resent you"
"Must run in the family"
King slid his shoe off of his foot, and walked towards Imogen, grabbing onto her leg.
His hands pulled on her skirt, trying to pull himself upwards.
Imogen lifted him up, and sat him on the counter. "I'm doing dishes, baby"
Pharoah's father stepped into the kitchen. "Hello, family"
King screeched and reached for his [grand/father], making him laugh.
"Hello, son" He said, putting King on his neck and holding his legs.
Classic dad at an amusement park style.
King grabbed onto his head and blew raspberries.
Pharoah watched with general disinterest, and his father put King down on the counter again. "Wouldn't want Pharoah to get too jealous" He teased. "How are you son?"
"I'm holding up" He lied.
"I have your back Pharoah, and if a fight is what they want, then that's what they'll get"
"Thanks"
"I love you, son"
Pharoah nodded his head and didn't bother responding.
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