Petals

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Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

Beyoncé kept her eyes on her ceiling, laying in her new bed.

The feeling felt so fresh to her—to finally be out of an environment that brought out the absolute worst in her.

She sighed with a small smile on her face. It wasn't hard leaving Houston, she didn't have many friends to begin with—and when they discovered the truth about Beyoncé they shunned her.

She winced at the memory, the yelling, the crying—the screaming.

She sat up immediately attempting to erase it from her head. She looked down at her scarred knuckles.

She couldn't possibly erase it from her memory, if it was permanently on her body.

She sighed, "I shouldn't even care." She mumbled turning over and letting her wool covered feet hit the ground.

She looked around her room in delight, she was so thankful for her grandmother and mother.

She was living in the attic, an attic bedroom to her was a dream. She loved it.

She chose it willingly, her full bed was pushed up against the slanted wall that possessed a window. She knew the sun would surely shine on her first thing in the morning so she invested in some dark curtains.

Tomorrow, she was starting her first day of senior year.

She heard a knock on her floor and looked towards the little trap door. "Come in." She said loud enough for the other person to hear.

She saw the entrance to the attic open and her mother popped in with a small smile, with a plate in her hand.

She looked around nodding, "You did a good job clearing this out BB. It actually looks nice." Tina said and Beyoncé grinned.

"I know right? Are those home made cinnamon rolls?" Beyoncé asked with her mouth drooling and immediately attempted to reach for one and Tina slapped her hand away.

"Gah damn women." She mumbled retracting her hand away.

"Say please, where have your manners gone Bb?" Tina asked with a small smile sitting next to her daughter.

She set the plate down and did allow Beyoncé to take one, she loved the smell of homemade baked goods. Especially if they were cinnamon rolls.

"You're starting school tomorrow." Tina stated and Beyoncé nodded while munching, she was fully aware.

"Are you excited?" Tina asked and Beyoncé shrugged.  She felt—indifferent about it. She's only going to get her high school diploma. She isn't even sure what she wants to do after the fact.

"Bey, your fathers sending you to one top schools in the state." Tina said like it was the most important thing ever and Beyoncé shrugged again.

"That's the only thing good that man has ever done. And we don't even know if it's considered good yet. Everyone there could be stuck up rich kids." Beyoncé mumbled.

"You get in based on your performance, not money. There's all types of kids there for different primes." Tina reminded her.

Beyoncé was accepted into Princely Academy, a school that allowed students to specialize in certain studies. Issues as "primes." There was an environmental science one, music, dance—computer science ect.