Bey's POV-
My alarm clock rang waking me up from my slumber. I groaned and cut it off, I walked out of my bed and looked out the window, and rolled my eyes.
Out of all places, NEW YORK?!?!
I went into my new bathroom in my new room and got in the shower. The first day of school is today and I'm beyond nervous and annoyed.
Why are you annoyed Beyoncé?
Oh, thanks for asking!
My parents moved us from Houston to New York cause of a job opportunity for my dad.
Why couldn't he just leave and let us stay in Houston?
I don't know but I don't even wanna talk to him. I had EVERYTHING in Houston. Friends, family, nice house, EVERYTHING! Now we live in a four-bedroom house with only an upstairs and downstairs, a small kitchen, and a small living room, and everything is just small.
What did I do to deserve this?
I got out of the shower and moisturized my body from head to toe. Next was clothes.
What should I wear?
I feel like since I'm new to this school, I have to dress presentable. I'm not gonna change my style for anyone tho, that's a big NO NO!
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd FOUND IT!
I'm going to look so good. I put my outfit on and put my hair in a high ponytail then put a hair clip that said unique with REAL diamonds on the letters. I put on my diamond hoop gold earrings and my expensive channel perfume.
I looked in the mirror and instantly fell in love with myself all over again. I would literally make love to myself.
Is that even possible?
I'll look into that later.
I grabbed my Gucci backpack and purse to match then opened my room door to my annoying little sister, Solange, standing by the door fully dressed in her clothes that looked exactly like mine except she had her hair down and the SAME Gucci backpack and purse. I rolled my eyes and pushed her out of the way.
I went downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed myself an apple for breakfast.
"Beyoncé, you need to eat honey." My mom Tina said.
"I'm good mommy, I need to be extra early to school anyways. I gotta get my schedule and be to my class on time." My mom laughed and shook her head.
"I guess chile-"
"No mom, it's child. Chile is so.... ghetto," my mom shook her head.
"Whatever," I laughed and yelled Solange's name.
"Hurry up before we're late, I will leave you." She came downstairs and put her shoes on which were the same shoes I was wearing.
"Mom, Solo is copying me," I whined.
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Bound 2 Fall in Love
LosoweClose your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures One good girl (alright) is worth a thousand bitches Bound (bound) to fall in love Bound (bound) to fall in love (uh-huh, honey)