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ohanaltin
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The sound of trucks, motors roaring like an animal, and several grown men's voices resonated through the brick walls of Devon's lovely abode. Although, most people would just turn their head and fall back asleep or continue on with what they were doing, Devon couldn't just simply do that. He glared at the reasonably large glass window to his left with poison and had no blanket to cover himself, after all it is nearly one hundred degrees outside and really steamy inside. "DJ!" A female voice from outside his wooden door and down the hard stairs that he had fallen down so many times in his youth.
"YEAH, MA?" Devon yelled back, despite having a head-splitting headache. "TAKE OUT THE TRASH!" His mother yelled back. "I'M LEAVIN'!" She also yelled back force and the faint sound of a door shutting. Devon let out a sigh. "D**n it." He cursed, sliding out of his humble bed and cracking his spine in a rhythmic way while walking out his room with an air of annoyance. He stomped down the stairs, the noises outside becoming louder making his headache harder to control. Devon rubbed his chin while looking for ibuprofen to take but to no avail. His eyes soon looked to his left to the clear window with the blinds open. A young girl came walking into the large kitchen that he was at and opened the refrigerator. "Keisha, who's moving in?" The young girl looked up to Devon and shrugged. "I dunno. Probably some white family, who cares?" She retorted back with spice. Devon, extremely tired and annoyed, just ignored her sassy remark.
"Takin' out the trash, do the dishes." He commanded with brown eyes glaring at his younger sister. "'Kay, Ranger Rick." Keisha sassed again (head in the refrigerator)while Devon stepped out, slipping on grey tennis shoes that looked worn out and ready to be torn to shreds at any moment, something only he in the household would still wear outside. He walked back into the kitchen, seeing the huge black bag filled with disposables and contrasting against the white of the kitchen. Like a blur, he hoisted the bag against his back and out the door he went without a word to his face-stuffing sister.
"YEAH, MA?" Devon yelled back, despite having a head-splitting headache. "TAKE OUT THE TRASH!" His mother yelled back. "I'M LEAVIN'!" She also yelled back force and the faint sound of a door shutting. Devon let out a sigh. "D**n it." He cursed, sliding out of his humble bed and cracking his spine in a rhythmic way while walking out his room with an air of annoyance. He stomped down the stairs, the noises outside becoming louder making his headache harder to control. Devon rubbed his chin while looking for ibuprofen to take but to no avail. His eyes soon looked to his left to the clear window with the blinds open. A young girl came walking into the large kitchen that he was at and opened the refrigerator. "Keisha, who's moving in?" The young girl looked up to Devon and shrugged. "I dunno. Probably some white family, who cares?" She retorted back with spice. Devon, extremely tired and annoyed, just ignored her sassy remark.
"Takin' out the trash, do the dishes." He commanded with brown eyes glaring at his younger sister. "'Kay, Ranger Rick." Keisha sassed again (head in the refrigerator)while Devon stepped out, slipping on grey tennis shoes that looked worn out and ready to be torn to shreds at any moment, something only he in the household would still wear outside. He walked back into the kitchen, seeing the huge black bag filled with disposables and contrasting against the white of the kitchen. Like a blur, he hoisted the bag against his back and out the door he went without a word to his face-stuffing sister.
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