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―7a𝑀◌˚
𝓢ADE WAS HOME ALONE. SHE LAID LAZILY onher bed with her phone in her hand, mindlessly scrolling on social media. Scream 1996 played on her TV, acting as background noise to Sade. She clicked people's stories, seeing others out with their family or friends having good times. She groaned and closed the app on her phone.
She opened the IMessage app, seeing 2 unread texts from Desmond, the boy she met at the party. She knew her and Tazer were back together, but that didn't mean she couldn't have friends, right? She bit her lip, and furrowed her brows, deciding not to text him back yet. She just didn't feel like it. Sade shut her phone off and put it on her nightstand, turning to lay out on her back like a starfish.
She stared at her ceiling fan, watching it spin. Her light was off, she didn't need it. The setting sun illuminated her bedroom and tinted her room an orange hue. She had taken her blonde wig off, it sat on her dresser now. Her natural 4A chesnut brown curls were out and blow dried, ready to be re—styled later that night.
Suddenly, there was a knock knock at the front door. Sade sat up straight, furrowing her brows. She hadn't expected any guests, which clearly showed through her attire. She wore an XL t-shirt that hang off her frame and Skreamer's old basketball shorts. Knock knock, they went again.
