It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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BEYONCE GROANED THE NEXT MORNING when the rooster sounded outside her window. She fluttered her eyes open and instantly squinted due to the sunlight seeping in between the window curtains. She looked around her room and whined. Instead of waking up in her mansion, she was back in the room she grew up in. There were marks on the walls and the mattress was hard. Every time, she moved the bed would creak and she felt as if there was dust everywhere. It was one of the worst nights she'd ever experienced. She didn't know how she did it all those years ago.
Besides, she didn't go to sleep early either. She spent most of the time researching Micheal and it wasn't hard to find out his entire name. He was one of the many impressive racers in Louisiana and she found his identity from reading articles about his racing. There were so many articles about him and they all said the same thing. According to them, 36-year-old Micheal was a man who didn't speak too highly about himself. Instead, he let his skills do the talking.
It had been 9 hours, 52 minutes, and 9 seconds since she last spoke to him. And she wanted nothing more than for that time to switch back to zero.
She lifted herself from the bed and wore her house slippers. Afterward, she made her way to the window and leaned against it, looking at his home. She wondered if he was awake and what was he doing. She imagined him sleeping in his bed with his shirt off and his torso on display. A smirk appeared on her lips, one of these days she needed to see that.
After having a shower, she made her way downstairs where Tina and Lumis were cooking. On the kitchen island was an assortment of dozens of breakfast foods that were cooked to perfection.
"Morning." Beyonce tried to grab a croissant but her mother slapped her hand away, causing her to gasp in shock. "The hell, Mama!"
"Imagine my surprise when I went outside and saw your shit-stained vintage boots still stuck in my bucket." Tina crossed her arms, raising her right eyebrow. "You better clean them or else I'm throwing them away, peach."
She almost threw up. The idea of cleaning her shoes made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
"I ain't touching no damn shoes." She dismissed her, sitting down one on of the island chairs. Her mother stood in front, pressing her lips together. "You'll do it and you'll do it now. It's attracting flies."
"And what about the massive pile of horse shit?"
"It's been cleaned up. My farm is clean. The only thing dirtying it is your damn shoes, baby." Tina assured, causing a chuckle from Lumis. "Go on and do what your mother told you. Wear some gloves so you don't dirty your pretty nails."
