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⤟ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ⤠
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"Nellie."
the girl blinked, clearing her throat as a car drove by at a dangerously fast speed. the girl quickly stepped back, looking to her right, to the voice that called out to her.
groaning, Nellie pushed the hand that was waving in front of her face down, "what, Iris?"
"hm, attitude? 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.
the woman shook her head, a gleaming smile on her pale face, "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 bumble of blankets and sleep with her fan humming in the background.
yet she knew once her adoptive mother put her mind to something, it was almost impossible to get out of it.
"and what exactly did you have in mind?"
Iris swayed her head, humming as her mind swirled with thoughts. 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 the sun.
"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, but for them, but for people of color.
they hated it.
Ray shot them a small smile, moving his head to look between the two women, "to what do i owe the pleasure of seeing you two awake at such 'unholy hours' as you girls put it."
