Zeena's Pov
Date: July 4th, 2019
Time: 11:34
Place: Bronx, New York; Apartment Projects
Pure.
Thats the word that pops into my head as I watch the Stranger Things 3 Premiere on the 25 inch TV sitting on the living room table. The 80's had them looking good. Everything was so bright and vibrant that it took away from the fact that everything was used. Used in a beautiful way, where kids actually apreciated the borrowed watch that their grandfather used to wear everyday or the rusted car that their dad used to wash every chance he got. Something as small as thrifted earrings put smiles on teenage girls faces. Just the thought of it all was so...pure.
Nowadays, buying a 15 year old a BMW convertible for his birthday is all of a sudden mandatory in order for him to feel loved. Or how the kid in the back of the class gets bullied because everyone around him has an iphone XR max and she's the only one with an iphone 8; litterally one upgrade above. This generation is so ungrateful its lowkey sickening.
My judgmental thoughts were interupted by the microwave beeping, signaling that my popcorn is ready. I pause the show and just as I was about to get up to retreave my treat, it gets thrown on top of my chest making me shriek in surprise and pain.
"Ow! What the hell Sol!" I scold as I push it off, softly rubbing my now burned titty. She just shrugs it off and starts eating her bag of Takis.
"So, what did I miss?"
"Nothing much, except El just dumped Mike." I explain.
"Let me guess, she cried her classic Eleven quote: 'friends dont lie' while quivering her lip." She said dramatically getting into character before her and I giggle at her trash impression of El.
"You guessed it." I responded finally pressing play on the show and digging into my popcorn, careful not to singe my fingers.
After a moment of binge watching the 80's inspired flick, I felt myself getting sleepy. I could feel my head leaning over more and more on the edge of the couch as I my eyes fell shut.
"Zeena?"
"Huh?" My eyes flutter open and I jerk up in my seat. Sol shows me her phone and smiles very creepily when I look back at her.
"It's almost time." She says refering to the clock on her phone in which it reads 11:55pm.
"Yeah dont remind me." I yawn and walk up to the room that me and my sister Zora shared. My dog, Blu, welcomed me and encouraged me to get out my clothes and I did just that to slide into my pajamas. Then as soon as I plop on the bed, my door busts open with the loudest screams of the year.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZEENA!!" They exclaimed piling into my room. My mom was holding the cake, my sister was recording on her snapchat, my auntie was holding gifts and my dad was holding the video camera. This stuff never gets old.
"Happy birthday sweetie." My mom cooed as she tried gathering everyone around. "Alright everybody lets sing happy birthday." Before I can even protest, they start singing happy birthday on my behalf, being goofy with the notes.
"Uh thanks gu--"
"Alright, now the black one. Ha-ppy Birthday tooo ya. Ha-ppy Birthday tooo ya. Ha-ppy birthdayyyyy.." My aunti Jada starts off and everybody joins in and claps along doin the church rock.
I facepalm myself, too embarrassed to look. Sol sits on the bed next to me instagraming live turning the phone to me. I cover my face more.
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