Unbreakable

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Amala's POV

"AMALA!", yelled my mom Tina.

My mother died when I was 5 and my father is no where to be found. I was in the system from the age of 6 to 8 until Ms. Tina Knowles adopted me. I never understood why but I didn't question it, she was good to me, and my sisters Beyoncé and Solange were the best I could ask for. Solange was the same age as me, 16, while Beyoncé was 17 and about to be 18 in September.

"Yes Mama?", I asked coming down the stairs.

"Don't yes mama me, I haven't seen you all week and I come to find out you are going to a party tonight.", she said.

"I'm sorry Ma, you know I love you, I won't be out all night.", I said.

" Of course you aren't because Beyonce is going with you.", she said.

What the absolute hell.

"Maaaa, that's not necessary.", I whined.

"I don't care, and plus Beyonce needs to get out, you know after Jay she hasn't been right.", said Mama.

I groaned.

"Thank you my sweet baby.", she kissed my forehead before I went upstairs.

I went to Beyonce's room to see her laying across her bed on her phone.

"Wassup Bumble?", I asked.

"Nothing Lala, just tryna find something to wear on the internet.", said Beyonce.

"You have a serious problem woman.", I laughed.

"Yeah yeah whatever, what's up because you've been missing for days.", she said.

They are so damn dramatic.

"I've just been busy, but you know Latto's famous end of the year party right?", I asked.

"Of course, what about it.", she said.

"Well I'm invited and you're coming.", I said.

Her body shot up and her face showed confusion.

"Look Amala you know I don't do parties so why would you say that?", she asked.

"Because Mama said so, now get dressed because I have to be there early.", I said leaving my sister.

I went to my room to start getting ready. As I washed my body in the shower I thought of how weird my life was.

Mama Tina literally popped up out of no where. She came to the group home and gave the woman my exact name, hell I couldn't even remember my whole name.

I wasn't very sure why she wanted me at first and I honestly was terrified but after a while I began to trust her. She wasn't just taking care of me for the money, hell she had enough of it. She worked as a hair stylist and had enough money to live in the best parts of Houston, but she chose to stay close to where she grew up.

She didn't like being around the bougie people, she felt they tried to hard to be "perfect". She was honestly a sweet lady, but when it came down to family she was a person you didn't wanna fuck with.

I remember one time a group of kids bullied me into a janitor closet. They threatened to beat me up for trying to act "black". I always did get harassed for being mixed. I had nappy hair it's just my skin looked like pancake mix. I would beat myself up about it daily, until Mama explained that my skin tone didn't matter.

People bullied me because they felt that I acted black when in reality I didn't. I acted like myself, I can't say I was raised by black people because I wasn't. I was raised by whoever was at the group home. If I wasn't in the group home I was in some shit on the streets, but never did I act black. I had the same accent and dialogue as the people around me. It's what I learned as a baby, and for the white people they think "give me privilage ". THEY DON'T!