𝖲𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌

Prologue📒

I'm a stranger here. Thirsty 'cause I know it's not my home.
Like a desert here. I need your living Word for these dry bones. Jesus fill us up again.
|psalm 42, Tori Kelly🎵

Adaline let her head fall back as she hugged herself against her cold dance room floor. Tori Kelly's vocals roared around the walls from her speaker, as she twisted herself into a spin. While she danced she felt her body become undone, thrashing in a aggressive, yet gentle way as tears glided down her chocolate skin. This would be her last dance in her parents house, alone with her music and the movements of her body, her last time dancing without responsibilities.

The music fades out and Adaline is panting staring at her feet as sweat dripped down her body.
"Damn line, you in here dancing like Angelina Ballerina."
It was Nala, Adaline's bestie since...basically the fuckin sandbox.
"Nal! What did I tell you about spying on me while I'm dancing!?"
Adaline wasn't allowed to lock the door to her dance room since her parents got her ass on lock, they're too afraid that she'd sneak a boy down there.

"Girl, ain't nobody checkin for you. I'm just coming down to tell you that your parents are slowly getting aggravated. So, you NEEDA Hop your Happy Feet ass in the shower real quick and get dressed so we can leave." Nala said giggling, her long 30 inch buss down moving like water as she covered her mouth as she always does when she laughs, her eyes basically disappearing to make room for her smile.

She ran back up the stairs, before Line could slap her arm for that stupid nickname she gave her in like 8th grade. Leaving a gust of a fancy perfume that Adaline definitely DIDN'T know the name of, but will be stealing off her dresser to get a few spritzes in before going somewhere important.

Adaline rushed up the basement stairs, her Dad already with the keys to his black Chevrolet Suburban in his hand. She act like she couldn't see her mom, standing next to Adaline's domino lineup of a luggage for college in the living room as she ran up the stairs to the bathroom.

She didn't have time for her normal almost 1 hour showers that included: A concert of whatever playlist she was feeling for at the time, a rant session to her white and gray tiled bathroom walls, or her fake argument sessions, where she revises things she could've said in an argument and gets mad that she can't use the comeback anymore.

This shower was about 20 minutes, she hummed the tune of the song, "Psalm 42". The song that's been on repeat in her brain since she danced to it to get rid of her College Freshman nerves. That 20 minutes felt like 20 seconds as she finished, running into her bedroom to pick up the outfit she had put on her bed before hobbit-ing away in her dance room basement. It was some fresh Air Force 1's that she kept clean by any means necessary, a plain fitted slightly cropped white shirt, a pink fuzzy fleece because, (Adaline's anemic ass finds any drop of a degree Fahrenheit to be the second round of the Ice Age and freeze the whole of Brooklyn over.) , and some nicely fitted sweat pants because Truthman College was a wapping 3 hour drive, but probably 4 with her Dad's paranoid ass driving.

She looked at herself in the mirror one good time, analyzing all her features before letting out a soft sigh.
"Fuck it, les do it."
She laughed out to stop herself from feeling so damn serious before running down the steps to her impatient (rightfully so) as parents, who looked like they'd just seen the pearly gates of heaven when Adaline was now finally ready to go.

They all hopped in the car , her mom in the passenger seat next to her dad, and Nala next Adaline as Nala teased.
"Adaline a research study needs to be done on how you take hours to get ready and end up wearing thee most comfortable and effortless outfits...ever" Adaline scoffed playfully and gently pushed her arm.
"Not everybody can do their makeup, hair, and find an outfit in like 1 hour like you, Ms. Law Roach" She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes playfully before saying.
"I wish you'd let me Zendaya you like Law Roach. Plus, you don't know how to do your damn makeup, you pre plan your very SIMPLE outfits, and your hair BEEN done since last Friday, don't even play."
She sighed in defeat, forgetting that this girl would probably know how to write her own vows for her , because of how much she knows about her.

Adaline and Nala bicker back and forth playfully, before her parents drowned them out with music, letting them fall asleep after a while as "Angel" by Anita Baker rocked them to bed.
Her parents always played oldies that she couldn't think of a hype dance to to get her to daydream until she fell asleep, naturally that hypnosis worked on Nala until their head's was leaning on top of each other's.

"Hold me near, hold me tight. Only you can make it real, only you make it all right. Just let me know that I am special to you."

"My Angel".|"Angel", Anita Baker

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Hi Hi!, it's Mina! I haven't wrote an urban fiction in SO long, please tell me how you feel about this little prologue. Thank you for reading!! Will be updating a lot since it's summer!