Like We Grown || zc & tj [REMAKE]

-01. [REMAKE]

tragic lives| -01.

| Zendaya Coleman |
"Have a nice day," I told the last customer as I hand his hand bag along with his receipt. He gave me a small smile and walk out the door towards his truck. Blowing out a sigh, I removed my name tag and stuff it in my pocket as I wait for Milan, a worker at 7-Eleven to claim her night shift.

"Done for the day?" Jarvis, the store manager said walking out of his office. Nodding my head, I fix my messy bun. "Y'Know you don't have to keep taking night shift like this. You already getting paid good enough,"

"Even though I am," I replied back. "I still got responsibilities to take care of." He nodded his head understanding, even thought I told him this thousands of times. Walking in the break room, I check the clock to see it was almost two in the morning. Maybe I have been here to long. Grabbing my bag, I look around to see if anyone was close by or eavesdropping and pull out a wad of cash out of my pants.

For the pass six months I've been working here, I wasn't getting paid as much as my old job. The checks weren't sitting right with me, so I sneak a couple of dollars here and there and maybe some fives and tens if I'm feeling cocky. I knew doing this trick with her me fired or even arrested, but with the amount I'm paying to pay half the rent, get back into school and deal with my mom addiction, it was starting to get harder and harder everyday.

Stuffing the cash in my bag, the door open and I look to see Milan walking in. We acknowledge each other and I walk out the break room towards the front door. "See y'all tomorrow," I said as I avoid eye contact. Walking out I let out a deep breathe of relief before walking towards my car.

"Daya," Turning around I notice my mom walking towards me with a cigarette in her hand. She had on a black hoodie to which covers her entire body. "Hey, mama, how was work?" Shrugging my shoulders, I continued walking towards my car.

"It was work, how was job searching?" She shrugged her shoulders taking a hit off her cigarette.

"Eh, it was okay. I didn't—I didn't even find anything," Giving her a look I open my car door, throwing my bag inside. "What?" She said noticing my face.

"Nothing. You said you didn't find anything and I just beg for differ,"

"Beg for differ?"

"I don't believe you. Mom." Looking at her one last time, I got in my car closing the door. Checking my gas, I started the car and roll down my window when I notice my mom. "Yes?"

"What makes you say that, Daya? I really try to get a job there, but nobody wants a addict,"

"How can you really try if you didn't even attend. Darius was calling me nonstop asking me where you were, cause' he couldn't find you at the house nor the shelter or even the corner. I feel like once you hear the word, job, you go into hiding," She smacks her lips. "Mom, I—" Taking a deep sigh I controlled myself from not crying.

Having to repeat myself over and over again to the person who gave you life about how to handle her life so she won't be dead is tiring. I dream everyday about how life would be if she didn't spirals the way she did and just be calm, but I couldn't even understand what she was going through.

"Mom," I said blinking away the tears. "I'm tired, I need to go home," Pressing my feet on the brakes, I put my car in reverse.