Lust

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In high school, most people pretend to be what they are not. Every day they get out of bed and put on a mask while they go to school. This mask makes them accepted, makes them not the target of bullying, makes them fit in.

Well, not Onika. Much less Beyoncé.

Onika did whatever she wanted without thinking about the consequences, she longed for fun, for new experiences, she didn't need to pretend. 

Beyoncé never had the opportunity to create a mask, she was too transparent for that.  Behind those beautiful honey-colored eyes, behind that radiant smile full of small teeth, behind those well-formed, arched eyebrows, there was a broken girl fighting tirelessly for her own concert. 

Beyoncé hated so much what these last years did to her. She was afraid that the damage could not be undone.

But here she was, staring at the great facade of her school, pinned to the ground, afraid of what was waiting for her behind those doors. There were countless questions that inhabited the blonde's thoughts.

Would they act as if she didn't exist? 

Would they be - suddenly - nice, kind? 

Would Onika talk to her?

At the moment, Beyoncé was wearing jeans, a black top, and a jacket. On her feet were her Jordan Retro High OG'. Her long curly hair in a dirty blonde hue was loose and flowing like cascades down her back with some parts thrown forward. This was the only "hairstyle" she wore because she avoided people making comments about the length of her neck. Her beautiful face, free of any make-up, except for her lips which contained a small amount of cocoa butter so as not to leave them dry or broken, was contorted in distress.

She usually dressed like this on Fridays because nothing physical usually happened. Mondays were reserved for summer dresses because it was easier to change since she always got a nasty shower. Today, however, she wanted to test what, however, said, she wanted to see what would happen, she was looking forward to it, afraid, but anxious nonetheless.

All right, if what she was used to really happens, she would be screwed. But she had faith. Everything was going to work out.

Her throat was dry, so she huffed once or twice, straightened her posture, lifted her head, and began to walk into the school. With each step the blonde took her heart felt like it was running a marathon, but she kept her composure.

As soon as she entered, unlike what she thought, no one noticed her.

Nobody noticed her.

No one said anything about her or to her. No strange looks, no low whispers, no mean giggles, and so far no snowballs. It seemed she was in another reality, a WONDERFUL reality, it's important to emphasize.

She made her way to the cabinet and nothing happened. As soon as she took the materials she needed and put what she didn't need inside, she closed it, and the image with which she was greeted took away any remnants of oxygen that were in her lungs. She was speechless.