La Bella Mafia

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****Lil' Kim's POV****

"Mariah, what are you doing?" I asked, walking into the room. She was twirling around the middle of the floor, singing and spinning around like a ballerina.

"I'm dancing, silly!!" Mariah responded, grabbing my hands.

"Can you stop? You're dancing off beat from the song you're singing." Rihanna commented.

"I know, it's a disgrace to all of us dancers in the world." Beyoncé added.

"I'm having so much fun, though!! I feel like a pretty little butterfly!!" Mariah giggled, continuing to do what she was doing. I swear, Mariah is the definition of a "dumb blonde" like.....she is fucking dumb as hell. But, nonetheless, we love her to death and she's a really helpful part of our team. I remember when I first met Mariah, back when we were in kindergarten, like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

We had just came back to school from Christmas break, and our teacher made us sit down and be quiet. Mrs. Fuller, the teacher, went outside for a second then she came back with some white girl.

"Class, this is Mariah Carey and she's starting school here today." Mrs. Fuller smiled, but nobody replied.

"Mariah, how about you let the class ask you questions about you and you answer. Okay?" Mrs. Fuller said to the white girl, and she nodded.

"Hey white girl, why you here?" this girl asked.

"M-my daddy got a new j-job so we moved from Huntington t-to here in Brooklyn." Mariah answered.

"White people don't go to this school tho.....most of y'all act too stuck up for us."  a boy stated.

"Hey, don't be rude to her! Just because she's white doesn't mean that you all can pick on her." Mrs. Fuller frowned.

"Uhm, actually I-I'm not just white. I'm wh-white and black." Mariah said.

"You're lying!" someone shouted.

"No I'm not." Mariah softly said.

"Yes you are!! You have pale skin and blonde hair.....you have to be white!"

"My m-mommy is white, but my daddy i-is black. They say th-that me and my sister and my br-brother is some word th-that sounds like bicycle." Mariah told us.

"Haha, do you mean biracial?" Mrs. Fuller questioned.

"Yeah, that's it!!" Mariah answered.

"Okay sweetheart, go and sit next to Kimberly." 

"Who's that?" Mariah asked. I decided to raise my hand so that she could find me, then she smiled and ran over to the desk next to mine. Mrs. Fuller passed out our reading sheets, then we went down the rows to read. It got to be Mariah's turn and Mrs. Fuller told her to stand up, but Mariah shook her head in fear.

"What's wrong, Mariah?" Mrs. Fuller asked.

"I don't like to read." Mariah said.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not good at it." Mariah responded.

"Well, you have to try it." Mrs. Fuller stated, causing Mariah to sigh. She slowly stood up and stared at the paper, then she took a deep breath and started reading.

"Pleased to hear th-that he had a friend, th-the little.....the little.....uhm....." Mariah read, before getting stuck.

"Sound out the word." Mrs. Fuller instructed.