Mean

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Houston, TX
Monday, September 9th
Beyonce Knowles

"Man, I'm so tired of these stupid ass teachers." I said to my friend Lauren, passing her the blunt.

She looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" She took a hit.

I rolled my eyes. "You heard what I said? You ain't that high yet." I chuckled.

She rolled her eyes. "I heard you nigga, I just don't ever remember your lazy ass going to school."

"I'm in school right now! Fuck you mean!?"

"No, your outside of the school. Besides, those teachers don't like yo ass no way."

I shrugged, slouching down in my seat and closing my eyes. "Don't matter to me. It ain't like I'm going to college."

"You could still try to give a fuck. I mean, you wanna graduate don't you?"

"Oh I will. Trust me. GPA is just good enough to get bye."

She rolled her eyes. "You need a girl."

I shook my head. "I'm good. I've had my fun."

"I said a girl, not a hoe."

"That's what they all are. Hoes and bitches."

She slapped my chest, making me look at her like she was crazy. "Don't fucking hit me."

She chuckled. "I want to introduce you to someone."

"If it's a bitch, I'm good."

She ignored my comment and kept talking. "She's my long time friend, she goes to a different school but she's transferring."

I opened one eye, looking at her. "Why haven't I met her?"

"Well....because I never brought you two around each other. But she's good people, I promise."

I shrugged. "Won't believe it till I see it."

She sucked her teeth. "You know what, I'm so tired of yo negative ass. Live a little nigga."

"I live a lot, actually. Just not the way you want me to. But fuck it you know." I shrugged again. I'm so fucking high.

But lemme introduce myself. My name's Beyonce Giselle Knowles, don't always go by that cause I'm really a whole nigga. I'll explain.

When I was born, I had both parts, one was dominant, but my mom wanted me to be a girl so she named me Beyonce, long story short, shit ain't work out how she thought it was, and I ended up really being like a boy, minus the titties.

Soooo, I got that other part removed, and life's been hella great ever since. Don't gotta worry bout nothing holding a nigga back you know. And I used to fucks with all the hoes, not anymore, bitches ain't shit.

People don't actually know the whole story about me, but there's no need cause if they have shit to say, I'mma beat they ass.

My parents own a realty company, which is why I'm not planning on going to college, cause I'mma work for them. Shits to easy.

I grew up in the hood though, its not like this realty shit started off booming, shit had to grow. They started making a profit when I was like, 14, now shits booming. But we still stick to our morals, don't do to much to cause attention, we stay to ourselves.

I'm 18, senior of course, about 5'7, 5'8 on a good day. I don't really get to involved in "life" or, better explained, anything that doesn't have to do with me. I only attack you if you attack me first, but I'm chill. I promise.