Petals

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Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

Beyoncé feasted her eyes upon the grand home infront of her.

"So she rich rich?" She asked herself. Beyoncé knew how expensive New York was, and this house was definitely luxurious.

"Oh this is a really nice house." Beyoncé heard her mother say and Beyoncé agreed. "Yeah—she's definitely a rich girl." Beyoncé mumbled and Tina rolled her eyes.

"What? She's a rich brat. I've told you this." Beyoncé claimed and Tina shook her head. "Don't talk about people like that." Tina warned.

"Why shouldn't I?" Beyoncé asked and Tina sighed, she's adapted a-lot of her mannerisms from her father as much as she hates to admit it.

"She was mad because she found out a professional wasn't actually teaching her—don't judge her so soon. Plus you're getting paid really good." Tina said nudging her and her mother made a good point.

"Yeah I guess. Thanks for driving me here." Beyoncé said leaning over to kiss her moms cheek and she unbuckled her seat belt to get out the car.

"I'll pick you up in a little while!" Tina yelled as Beyoncé turned around and waved as her mother drove away. She let out a sigh and turned back around to the large estate infront of her.

It reminded her of Regina George's house from mean girls. She then snickered to herself because she's sure Onika acted like her.

Beyoncé wasn't one to get angry or jealous at other peoples fortunes. But she's positive this girl must've been spoiled the way she talked and presented herself.

She's been going to school with her for almost 3 weeks, and seeing as the piano performance was closer than the ballet—she's decided to focus their time on that for the time being.

She couldn't help but peek around the outside of the house some more, whoever their gardener was doing a fantastic job. The flowers looked—amazing.

She looked behind her to see the large bundle of flowers in the middle.

They were so, pretty.

She turned back around and decided she actually had to knock on the door. She did just that, and after a few moments she heard steps from the inside.

She backed away, and the door opened to reveal Onika.

Beyoncé was half expecting a butler or something, but no. It was Onika. And then she heard a low—sound.

A Pur.

She looked down, slowly and to her surprise to see an orange and black cat. Wrapping itself around Onikas ankles, and staring up at Beyoncé as it rubbed itself against her calf. Beyoncé felt like she was having a staring contest with the thing. It seemed so—territorial.

Onika seemed unphased, and stepped aside to let Beyoncé in.

"Hey." Beyoncé stated—she felt awkward. Being in her home.

In the studio, she felt like she was in her own place. And she came to quickly love it, it was like a sanctuary to her. But she was in Onikas territory now.