Lust

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Ouch! 

She felt a wave of coldness run through her body and a familiar but no less agonizing burning sensation in her eyes. Great, another snow cone bath! That's two (just today) and she only has one more change of clothes. She swears that if she could she would tear that damned Satan machine out of this school, she can't take it anymore. She had lost her appreciation for this drink after coming into contact with it 3 times a week - Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, there was no mistake. 

It was too tiring to have to carry spare clothes, to have to constantly watch your back and be alert at all times.  

High School. Ugh, she hates high school. She hates the nicknames, hates the constant humiliation, hates the disrespect, hates how it all makes her feel: ridiculed, inferior, an outcast, ugly. Sometimes you hear so often that you are one thing, that you start to believe it. 

Beyoncé is known as the 'giraffe with glasses' (even though she only uses them for reading, in-class), 'dumbo ears', 'walking social disaster', and other names that honestly don't need to be said, it's already too humiliating as it is. 

She quickly snaps back to reality with the sound of her voice. 

"Oops, sorry Dumbo! I didn't mean to, I promise! Oh my goodness, I need to go to an eye doctor urgently, how on earth did I not see your giant figure?! I mean, look at the size of your neck. I need to call my mom and see when she can schedule my next appointment."

And by her, She means Onika Tanya Maraj. The love of her life and also her personal, or public, hell. Think as you will. How could she like a person who hassles her all the time? Not even she herself knows, really. She was just so beautiful, her caramel skin always looked so smooth, her curly dark black hair always shiny, her lips were always covered with lip-gloss making them almost edible, her smile was contagious and she had DIMPLES, those really cute deep ones on both cheeks, it was so cute that when she smiled it didn't even look like she was the devil herself.

That midget, ah yes Beyoncé forgot to mention this, she was short, like really short with her 5'2 - she swears she is 5'3, but the blonde has no tape measure, courage, proximity or energy to measure for herself and her eyes say 5'2 so it's 5'2 is. 

Onika was mesmerizing and doing what she does, saying what she says the way she says hurts her more than anything. Don't ask Beyoncé why she likes her, they have no history, they weren't friends in middle school and the brunette's popularity ruined their friendship or something. In reality, they have known each other forever but she was never important enough to be noticed before she entered the hell that high school is.

Beyoncé was always the kind of person who didn't get any attention, she was the nerd, the odd one, the weird one, but no one ever messed with her, not until the beginning of the junior year. Her misery started with a fall in the cafeteria in front of the whole school. 

It was a rainy morning and Beyoncé was late - and she is never late for anything, she was punctual, always was. But there was nothing she could do, it was so jammed and to make matters worse a red and a white car had crashed into each other and she could hear the middle-aged driver screaming at a young woman who was probably in college. 

After ten long torturous minutes, Beyoncé finally found herself out of breath, disheveled - her car exit was disastrous - and wet, soaking wet. Fortunately, her first class was English, and her teacher loved her, so she walked in without any problems after all her condition confirmed her story. She wasn't lying, and it was obvious.