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⤟ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ⤠
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"Nellie."
the voice sang through her ears, before she was forced to blink back to reality and step back. her eyes immediately followed a blur that sped past them, then followed the sound of a roaring engine.
groaning, Nellie pushed the hand that was waving in her face down, "what, Iris?" she rubbed her forehead with her pointer and middle finger, a throbbing sensation arising in her eyes.
"hm, attitude much? around thanksgiving?" Iris raised a brow, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets as they strolled down the side walk, walking past many cozy and small shops. "who're you and what have you done with my daughter?"
the woman shook her head, a gleaming smile on her pale face as she waved her arms, brushing off the harsh side eye her teen gave her, "it is currently seven-fifty in the morning, and i'm not letting you rot in your room while everyone takes advantage of thanksgiving break."
the brunette rolled her eyes, wanting nothing more than to cuddle into her bundle of blankets and sleep with her fan humming in the background. preferably blowing at her.
yet she knew once her mother put her mind to something, it was almost impossible to stop her.
"and what exactly did you have in mind?"
Iris swayed her head, humming as her mind swirled with ideas. the adult wanted her teen to have a fun break, school has been stressful, trying to get her into a good college and all. so she knew she needed to plan some fun activities, it's not like money is the problem now-a-days.
the two walked down the street, the sun's light beaming through the occasional tree, and casting its heat onto the buildings around them. a gorgeous orange light shone upon them, their bodies heating up the longer they stayed in direct sunlight.
"i'll tell you when i know."
Nellie raised a brow, biting her bottom lip as she judged her mother, "you're telling me you didn't even have a plan of-"
"hey, Ray!" the mother cut her off, making the teen groan and roll her eyes. nonetheless the two of them waved at the man, approaching him; and passing by the few citizens around that threw looks at them.
they ignored the looks, splitting and standing on each side of the man. it was hard, at first. to ignore the looks of the white supremacists, to not get in arguments with them. everyday is a challenge, not for them, but for people of color.
