"So can you do it for me?" Kacey asked Adora over the phone.
"No I can not, you know a million girls." She pushed up her lip. "Ask them."
Although it was nothing to think too deep about, she lowkey felt offended that he'd ask her to do fraud with him.
She ignored Kacey's wafflings' trying to persuade her and walked towards her front door. Putting her phone in between her ear and shoulder she picked up the envelope that had been dropped from her letterbox which had Notice in bold red writing on it.
"Rah it's like that Ads?" He said once he realised she wasn't going to change her mind.
Eventhough the letter was addressed to her mum she opening it anyway cause her mum was anything but honest with her.
"Imma call you back." She hung up the phone without even waiting for Kacey's response.
"MUM!" She shouted, looking into the kitchen and then into the living room where she saw her mum getting ready for work.
"What's this?" She showed her the opened letter.
"Why're you opening my letters Adora?" Her mother, Abeni was a third generation Nigerian so when it came to boundaries they had none. With barely any rules in place and a mother who acted like her age mate, Adora was 'fast' growing up.
"Why do we have outstanding rent?" She looked at her mum in disbelief. "I gave you my last pay to go towards the rent mum."
"Yeah I thought I paid it." Her mum shrugged now packing her bag.
"Do you not care that we could be put out?" She asked. "I don't know if you forgot but we barely have family and the ones who stuck around barely even speak to us."
Since Abeni wasn't a typical traditional Nigerian mother like her parents would've liked her to, she faced constant judgement within the family. Especially since she got pregnant with Adora at a young age.
Putting her bag on her shoulder and cupping her daughters face in her hand she smiled and said, "have faith in your mother." She smiled.
Adora didn't respond but folded her arms and sighed.
"I finish early today so I'll make dinner." She kissed her on the cheek. "And throw that letter out." She walked out and closed the front door lightly.
Once her mum was far enough she kissed her teeth and mumbled to herself, she knew her mum prioritised drugs instead of paying rent.
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Mayfair, W1J Shanti.
Her finger hovered over the post button as she contemplated whether she wanted to post Juice in her close friends but decided against it and just saved the slip. She wanted to keep him to herself, he was her breath of fresh air.
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