JAMAIS VU, kellyoncé

chapter two

two.

Kelly roused out of a slow wave, agitated and disoriented. The displeasing awareness came from the state of not accessing the prominence of being woken. She was unsure why every cellular device in her possession was currently alerting her. Text messages and calls were buzzing through nonstop in contrast to the symphony outside of her bedroom window. There was a certain peril to the repetition of both noises. The blue jays' high pitches elicited an apprehension to checking the disturbances of her phone.

The overstimulation created a penetrable heaviness that refused to settle. Peeling her eyes open, she glanced at the bedside clock.

7:06 A.M.

Seven was extremely late of an occurrence for her. Most mornings she was nose deep in a meeting a quarter past seven. After calming her pumping adrenaline, she disconnected both her business and personal cellphones from their charging stations. Racing to emerge from the depths of serenity, she sorted through messages of importance and spam.

Her face frowned at the influx of messages from her four year old. His iPad was not scheduled to unlock until nine A.M. The only reason he had any access to it was through an adult approving. Titan only had an iPad because of emergencies and occasional reward. Kelly was far from participating in being a helicopter mom, but she also wasn't naive. There were pros and maybe a tad bit more cons to having technology at will. You could bend it within one's limitations.

Clicking onto her son's thread, she was quickly reminded of how incompetent Tim's mother was. A simple call would have sufficed, but she instead chose a child to relay a conniving message.

Titan 🦖

Today 6:01 AM

Mommy you coming today

Helloooooo you there 😔

Check ft ... need my cleats mommy
Be here at 9 coach Duke say 😴😊

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Not my cleats ... the stuff for my legs

Gigi pack my bags up to leave

You know grandma has social anxiety. She can't be around people for too long. Her arthritis and nerves get really bad.

The last message was not written by a child. She didn't have social anxiety, nor chronic arthritis; she just didn't want to take on the responsibility of watching her grandchild. She responded and then exited and clicked onto a personal thread with Tim's mother, notifying that she would take over once she arrived at the park. She refrained from creating discord against an elder, but it was hard when she constantly reiterated how much she disliked Kelly as a mother, wife, and person.

Completing her hygienic routine and picking out an outfit generated minimal effort. Settling for an olive matching workout set, she laced up a pair of Nike Dunks. LORVAE shades were perched atop a matching olive bucket hat, ready to shield her melanin from the sun's intensifying rays.

It was nearing the end of August and the temperatures battled between the upper ninety and hundred degree markings. There was an added heat index that surged temperatures beyond comprehension. Anything over ninety five seemed to be a pest that refused to dissipate.

With that, she was down the spiraling stairs in an attempt to pack sunscreen, a few snacks, water, and an iced coffee for the road. Plugging the directions into her G-Class, she allowed Zeus to climb into the back. The Rott carefully walked across the patterned leather, patiently waiting for Kelly to roll his window down. He didn't want to press his face into the glass and ultimately be banned from riding.