⌈ 10:36 a.m. , June 29th
The Bronx , Nyc ⌋︎
𝒜𝑧𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝒫𝑜𝑣 , ✿
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❝︎ AZALEA ! HURRY ! ❞︎ She heard her grandmother yell from the living room.
Summer break just started and it's already horrible because she has to stay at her dad's house. For the entire summer break. She really was not looking forward to this, but she'd be with her little brother, Cameron, and see her cousin, Adrihanna.
"I'm coming, Ma!" Azalea yelled back, picking up her baby pink duffle bag off her bed. She made her way to her bedroom door, sliding her hot pink fuzzy slippers on before adjusting her bag across her torso, exiting her room and closing the door behind her.
"You got everything you need? You want some snacks? A drink? You need some lady products?" Her grandmother questioned, examining Azalea head-to-toe. She had on a baby pink skims set that fit her perfectly with a hot pink cardigan and matching fuzzy slippers. Her curls were in a low ponytail and she hadn't attempted to do her baby hairs. After all, she wasn't going nowhere for real.
Just to her father's house.
For a month.
ugh.
She sighed just thinking about it but quickly snapped back into reality to stop her grandmothers rambling. "Ma, it's okay. I got everything I need, it's not like I'll be there for a really long time" She put on a smile, trying to look at least happy, but she wasn't.
Whenever she went to her father's house in Harlem her and her brother never actually stayed with him. They always spend the two days at Adrihannas house, and her dad would pick them up and drop them back off at their grandmas.
"You don't have to give me that fake smile, Azalea. I absolutely despise your father as well," Her grandma frowned slightly "and I know you don't want to be there, I don't want you there either but he will complain to the police and they'll be on my ass! He's a fucking deadbeat! Doesn't even truly take care of you like he's supposed to. I wish your mother actually ki- Okay grandma!" She quickly cut off her grandmothers rant. She knew her grandma was getting irritated just talking about him- the situation-and she would get reckless at the mouth anytime she was irritated.
"Uhh.. where's cam?" Azalea asked, changing the subject. "Oh! He's in the car- oh you have to go! I forgot!" She realized. Just then they heard honking outside.
"Oh. Bye, Ma. I love you" Azalea said, as her grandmother pulled her into a hug. "I love you too," she pulled back "be safe and don't forget to call!" She raised her voice a little bit, as Azalea walked out of the door.
She sighed heavily as she walked down the few steps in front of her grandmas house, onto the pathway and once she reached the gate she opened it slowly, before closing it slowly and looking down as she walked to her fathers Black Range Rover.
She was a couple feet away, and she could see the windows open halfway. "Zaza!" She heard her younger brother yell as she stepped up to the car door, causing her to smile.
"Hi, Cam." She said as she switched her focus on her brother to watch the trunk open before she set down her bag besides Cameron's backpack, then walking to the right passenger door, opening it and sitting down.
