The smell of acetone fills the air as the group of friends gets their nails done in preparation for the long weekend ahead of them. The nearly blinding lights and nail polish lined up against the wall is the first thing to catch a customer's eye as the girls sat beside each other planning the day and gossiping. Their group consists of LeToya, LaTavia, Kelly, and worst of all, Beyoncé. All four pledged Alpha Kappa Alpha and were Dancing Dolls with LeToya being Beyoncé's co-captain.
LeToya's the girlfriend who'll drop any and everything for her boyfriend when he calls. She drives her group insane as she can be judgmental when any of them makes a simple mistake, reminding them constantly so they'll never forget about it. Although she can be finicky and critical, she's the voice of reason. She's on the other side of the tracks when it comes to her group, which makes her the perfect designated driver.
Then, there's LaTavia; the wild card who worries her friends to death on a daily basis since she's always finding herself in a dangerous situation. She's the comedic relief of the group as she doesn't take anything too seriously. Cracking jokes and voicing her opinion at an inappropriate time is her specialty, ensuring her life is being lived to the fullest with no regrets. She never ceases to shock her friends, but they can't imagine their lives without her.
Next is Kellendria, best known to her group as Kelly. She's the girl who has the Halle Berry hairdo along with the smart mouth and spunky attitude. She's the mediator of the group and can be critical of her friends as well, but she's Beyoncé's right-hand man and tends to assist her with bringing the group together when they're in a disagreement.
Finally, there's Beyoncé. The typical uppity bitch that almost everyone can't stand. People either love her or hate her and they either want her or want to be her. She'll flirt her way out of a parking ticket if need be and stands up for her friends when they can't seem to find their voices. Parties and casual sex make-up her current lifestyle as she has a new boy toy every month like it's a new outfit. She can either talk too much or not talk at all, but she's easy to figure out since her emotions are worn on her sleeve.
"Fuck them LA Tech bitches. They think they allat cause they a cheerleadin' team," Kelly swears and the girls nod their head in agreement. LeToya was waiting for her nails to dry and Beyoncé was the only one still getting her nails did. Her nails were something she treasured as she knew others envied the boldness in something as minuscule as the length of her nails. Most would call her ghetto fabulous, but she called herself 'The Blueprint'. It was the culture so she found no fault in being a part of it.
Staring at the nail technician, Beyoncé's pleased with the job he's doing so far as she comments, "They just wave their pom-poms around and dance to whack ass music. Like how can you be so hype when your band is borin'?"
"It's just too many white people for me," LaTavia replies, making everyone, but LeToya, laugh at her bias. LeToya tried to get her into the church so she could have some stability, but after LaTavia laughed during an entire praise break, it was a done deal. There was no changing or grounding the young adult, LeToya just had to pray for her.
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