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Tamara -/_
New York Lower Manhattan.. 06:45 am 07/04/17 The Wilson's abode.. -------------
I'd write letters In hopes that you'd Answer.. Like love, the taste of you Lingers on my mouth Like... Like.. Uhm..
"Fuck."
Tamara mumbled, cursing at the small page before her. In her right hand, a black ink pen, clasped between her thumb and index. She stared at the cursive words, scribbled messily on the tiny piece while tilting her head, almost hoping the creativity would flow from a different angle.
"Come on..like what-
The abrupt sound of Tamara's wooden door being knocked on emitted, causing the smooth toned lady to flinch, than tossing the the paper and pen underneath her bed.
She didn't understand why she reacted as such but thought it'd be best if she did.
"Yes?"
Tamara chirped, watching her door open slowly and in peaked her mother's head. Eyes a calm syrup, and locks a frizzy mane of curls that clung to her slim cheeks. Her skin basked in dark brown much like her daughter, as she observed her from a half opened door.
"Mara, you're still not done, are you trying to walk to school?"
Tamara's mother, (Elaine Wilson) spoke, letting her gaze scan the practically nude teenager. It was than that Tamara realized she had only been in her towel and time had already begun it's daily run.
"No mam.."
Tamara admitted before adjusting the grey towel around her nude body. Elaine shook her head, making Tamara form a thin lipped grin.
"Than ya better hurry up, I'm leaving in ten minutes"
With that the door shut and with a light thud, Tamara's towel had dropped. It only took her fifteen minutes to finish getting ready, choosing to dress in a pair of cuffed jeans and a cropped flannel shirt. Not too exposed, and only bearing a bit of her upper stomach.
Tamara's aged vans scrapped lightly against the carpeted stairs as she made her way towards the kitchen, passing the living room. She made her way towards the kitchen, flinching immediately when she caught a glimpse of her mother leaning against the stove with a cup of coffee pressed against her crimson tinted lips.
