Beyoncé Knowles can't believe her annoyingly perfect personal assistant has actually resigned from her cushy, highly paid position, and she intends to tell her exactly what she thinks about it.
But when she gets to her place, she comes to realize s...
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Once upon a time, there was a lucky girl with the best parents in the world, and her name was Blue Maraj. Her mother, Beyonce, let her have candy late, and her mama, Nicki, was the most beautiful, kind, sweet mother in the entire world.
Except that story was a lie, because Blue's father was a man named Rihmeek Mills, and he didn't care about her at all. He had a new family now. A little boy he took to parties. She knew, because she'd attended one and he'd been there. He hadn't even looked at her once.
Blue was happy. She was. She couldn't have been luckier. But when that spoiled brat, North, told her that she didn't have a dad, all of the pain and resentment broke out all at once, and she couldn't help it; she'd hit her square in the chest with her lacrosse stick.
North retaliated by hitting her in the face, and then they abandoned the sticks and started pulling each other's hair.
She'd never been so humiliated. She couldn't tell Beyonce what happened. She just couldn't. No matter how much she wanted to when she stroked the top of her head and hugged her close.
North glared at her from the other side of the room, but Blue ignored her, throwing her arms around Beyonce. She could say whatever she wanted. Beyonce was here, and North's dad wasn't. She'd won this round.
Maybe, just maybe, Blue had lied to her principal, telling him her mom wasn't available, so that he called Beyonce.
It wasn't that big of a lie. Her mom was busy helping her friend Ariana pick a wedding dress today, but she would have dropped everything and come if the school had called her.
"All right, do you have all your stuff? We need to go to the principal's office, and then we'll get you home."
She nodded, taking her bag from the floor and following Beyonce out the door with a parting scowl toward North.
It was her first time in the principal's office, and she hoped it'd be her last, because Ms. Moore was scary when she was angry at her.
"Fighting isn't tolerated in this school, you understand? Your academic performance and, until now, your behavior have been exemplary, Miss Maraj, but if that changes, there will be no place for you at Heartgrove."
Blue's eyes started to prickle again.
"I couldn't have said it better myself. Until today, Blue's behavior has been exemplary. She's never started a fight in her life. Now, I've had to pick her up with a bloody nose, and your reaction is to scold her rather than ask what happened? Think very carefully about how you treat my daughter, Ms. Moore. If something like this happens again, and you have no explanation, we will pull her out of your school. And don't think we'll go quietly."
Ms. Moore's eyes widened, taking in Beyonce. Blue gasped. Her hand felt so very warm in hers.
Those words. She'd said those words.
My daughter.
My daughter.
My daughter.
She didn't know why, but she started to cry again.
Ms. Moore exhaled, pulling a tissue out of a box on her mahogany desk and handing it to her. Blue took it, if only to have something to do with her hands.
"This is unacceptable," she told the principal. "You'll hear from us again."
On that note, she tugged on Blue's hand and led her out of school. The sun was shining too bright---because it was mid-morning, not early afternoon, when she normally got out.
"Damn. I should have thought to call Harry ahead of time, so he could pick us up."
She looked down to Blue. "I guess we could walk home. Do you want to eat a hot dog in the park?"
Just that. Not an inquisition, not a word of reproach.
That would come from her mom, just as soon as she heard about what had happened today.
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I've been meaning to update this for a few days now💔
