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5 Years earlier
Beyonce pov
"I'm so sick of this model student shit." onika vented.
I've been doing this for 3 years , 4 in a couple months. Just to have to do it for 2 more at Howard." She continued passing me the splif.
"Then stop." I said inhaling the smoke.
She did what she always does giving me a 'duh' face.
"Oh you mean with Alumni Maraj as my mother? You know she not going for that." She responded.
I just pulled the splif and laid my head back on her pillow, I wasn't in the mood to give my usual "Live your own life" speech.
She turned on her side facing me. "Are you mad?"
I kept my eyes on the ceiling as I sighed.
"I get irritated that you let your mothers expectations restrict you from being you. At the same time I know better than to victim blame. I'll be happy when you're happy." I said.
I turned my face to hers. "Cause I really hate to see you like this. You think I don't see you faking smiles everyday but I do."
She responded with silence as she scooted closer, putting her head in my chest. I wrapped my arm around her head pulling her in.
"You got the lighter?"
She reached her hand from between us ,"Yea." She said into my chest passing it.
we laid there as I the splif got smaller and smaller.
2 months later
After a couple of weeks of us not being able to hang out Onika invited me over.
It was desperate times knowing she didn't like being home unless her mother needed her to be, which was often due to their involvement with the community.
