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Zendaya: Not famous

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Zendaya: Not famous

You: Not famous

Relationship: Split-Up


Zendaya POV: 

Lately, I absolutely hate it to be at home and you will soon find out why. 

Sometimes I am lucky enough to sleepover at a friend's house so I don't have to go home to my mother and especially my sister.

Today, as bad as it is, none of my friends had the time for a sleepover. What means that I actually have to go home and pretend that everything is okay to my mother.

I was waiting at the busstop of my school for the bus with my headphones in my ears. I was absolutely demotivated.

As the bus finally arrived, I quickly sat down in the last row and tried to prepare myself mentally for my home.

10 minutes later, I stood infront of my house door. "Last chanche to turn around and leave" I thought but I exactly knew that I couldn't sleep anywhere else. 

Although I really don't wanna enter my house, sleeping on the street or on a busstop bench isn't really turning me on. 

I rolled my eyes and opened the housedoor.

"Ah so you're home" my mom said immediately after I stepped inside. 

I wasn't home for 3 days straight. 

"I texted you and said I was sleeping at a friends house" I answered while I put my backpack down. I try to be nice to my mother since she isn't the problem why I don't wanna be at home.

"But it would've been nice to see you some time again" 

"But now I'm here" I said and looked at my mom who answered me "That's right...welcome"

I smiled a bit and went upstairs in my room. I let myself fall onto my bed and starred at the ceiling. At least my problem can't reach me in my room. 

Wrong thought.

"Heyyyy sis" my sister said enthusistically as she opened my door without knocking on it.

"What do you want Skylar?" I asked her annoyed, not even looking at her. 

"I just wanted to say it's nice to have you back here" 

"Mhm yeah sure. Now get the fuck out of my room" I demanded as I turned around to look at her.

"Whatever you say princess" she said arrogantly and left and closed my door again.

"Ugh" I said as I turned around again to look at my ceiling again.

Now it's time for my favorite part of the day.....family dinner. Where I have to pretend I'm all fine with my sister infront of my mother. 

My father won't be here because he left us when I was 5.

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