CHAPTER ONE - TIFFANY

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Friday, March 28th, 2014
9:27 pm


"Is that bitch dumb? After all she has done to you, she wants you back? The fuck is wrong with her?" My best friend, Reagan, yelled through the phone. My dad told me all the details and everything I wanted to know. As soon as I was done eating dinner, I facetimed Reagan to tell her the news.

"Literally! My dad said that she wants to prove that she is a better parent. I'm scared that I have to go to court though". I said thinking about it.

"Why?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They want my opinion on who I want to stay with".

"I don't know why they gotta do all this. Yo' daddy got all that money and can't pay off the people?"

"I already asked, he said he don't do that no more".

"He ain't no real shooter like me". She said she threw up a random gang sign.

"You were raised in Manhattan, ain't nothin' gangster about you".

"Before I gotta go, my dad is letting me bring one friend to our summer vacation before touring when he wins the case".

"I'll ask my momma and text you. See you tomorrow!" She said as she waved at me.

"See ya!" I said and waved back. I hung up the phone and put my phone on the charger.

I started thinking about what's gonna happen next. If I end up with her, I probably will never see my mom or dad again. Or Blue. And my friends. The last time I was with her, was when the incident happened. My dad tried to get me to go to therapy to talk about it but every time I went to a new therapist and they asked me what happened, I would start crying until the appointment ended. I have only seen my dad cry once in my life and that was after I told him what happened. Seeing him cry made me cry and just thinking about it makes me want to cry right now.

I push those thoughts out of my head and get ready to take a shower and go to bed.

Saturday, March 29th, 2014
10:14 am

"Lynny hurry up! I ain't got time for this, I got rehearsals at 11!" My momma, Bey, yelled at me.

"Hold on, I'm almost done!" I yelled back.

I grab my purse off my desk and run to my momma and Julius.

"About time," She mumbled as we went into the elevator of the penthouse. When Julius pressed the 'lobby' button, my mom looked at me and asked, "Do you want Julius to come with you?"

"If he comes with me, people are gonna realize one of us is at the mall. He sticks out like a sore thumb, no offense Julius". I said looking at him.

"None taken". He said.

"You do this every time and every time no one harrasses me. One or two people ask for picture and once we take a picture, they move on" I continued.

"Well, you can never be too safe". She said.

The elevator dinged and the door opened. Paparazzis were at the glass walls of the building and their cameras flashing. We walked out to the car while Julius was pushing paparazzi out of the way. Once we all get into the car I get a text message from Reagan.

Reagan: u late again

Me:ik, was looking for an outfit

Reagan: anyway, u gonna tell jasmine and kora?

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