Bey POV
That same week
"Get yo a**up. get the h*ll up!" My father kicked my bed.
"What?" I said sleepily.
"Get up and get a d*mn job so you can get the h*ll out my house as soon as you turn 18"
"Ok ok" I sat up reaching for my glasses but he quickly snatched them.
"You don't even need these you're just a d*mn attention seeker!"
"No no I need those please" I tried grabbing them but her snatched them away.
"Once I get your mother to see through your bullsh*t you're getting the f*ck out!" He threw my glasses at me.
"Ok.."
I let my head hang a little while I wiped the tears daring to fall. Why does he hate me so much? I placed my glasses on my face and got myself ready. I ate a bowl of cereal then headed outside, since I didn't have a car or parents who wanted to take me I took the bus and train.
After a long walk, bus ride, and train I finally reached Houston's Outlet and walked around asking for a job.
"Hi um I was wondering could I work here?"
"Well in this location we don't really need help maybe look at the one down the street"
"Alright thanks"
"Hi can I apply for a job here"
"Sorry we don't need the extra help"
"Alright thanks"
"Hi can I work here"
"Um can you drive"
"No"
"Sorry we're only looking for delivery drivers"
"K thanks"
"Hi can I work here"
"How old are you"
"16"
"Yikes.." I sighed in defeat.
"Thanks..bye"
I walked towards some seat and checked my phone trying not to cry, I opened an email from the school I'm trying to switch to. It's a school of arts I audition there to sing and they said I did really good so hopefully I'll get in.
"Hello Beyonce!
We're sad to inform you that since you're in the 11th grade already we don't think it's best you attend our school considering you won't get enough credits. We wish you the best on your music journey and we hope this letter finds you well.
Goodbye.
I let my tears falling down my face as I finished reading. I couldn't hold it together anymore. Nothing ever goes my way ever! It's not fair I know so many people who do the worst things but good things always happens to them. Why!? Why not me?? I don't understand what I do to anybody to make them all hate me!
It's not fair! I hate my life so much, every time I try I just make everything worse. And then I'll have to go back to that horrible school where they pick me! And they'll probably kick me out because I'm not that smart then I'll have to go to my neighborhood school where they'll pick on me worse and I could kiss my whole future away.
Whyyyy?? I always do the right thing and bad things always happens to me! I always get rejected it's always no no no! Why cant I atleast have one win!? And I feel so stupid I been practicing for months and writing stupid songs I even cleaned out my locker! Now I can't even go? Oh my Gosh.
I got up and started walking back home with tears running down my face, it gotten so bad I couldn't even see. I noticed a crackhead eyeing me.
"Excuse me ma'am you got sum money"
"No"
"Well can you get me something to eat"
"Sir I don't even have a job"
"What? A pretty girl like you don't have a job. And you look down what's wrong"
"I can't get a job and everyone hates me" tears started flowing all over again.
"Girl you gotta toughen up, stop being a punk! Crying and sh*t."
"What?" I looked at him.
"Go do something with your life and stop crying"
"A-alright"
I walked away, can't even cry in peace! When I got home I cried in the shower some more then flopped in my bed. I placed my cover over my head crying myself to sleep.
Monday
@ School
I sadly placed my stuff back in my locker. This is so humiliating, I went around asking teachers and counselors for recommendations to leave and I have to stay. As I placed my last book in my locker a boy pushed me making me hit myself against my locker.
"Oww"
I looked in his direction. Everyone seemed to be gathering by the office for probably a fight. I brushed it off and went to my first period. Once I sat in my seat I saw another group coming into the class and in the middle of it was a girl I've never seen before. She was really really pretty, like effortlessly beautiful. As much as I wanted to peel my eyes off her before she mugged me I couldn't.
"Alright class settle down, give the girl some space!"
Everyone sat in their usual seat leaving the girl standing and giving me a clearer view of her. Everything about her looked nice from her clothes, shoes, hair, face.. if I didn't calm down I would need my inhaler.
"Alright would you like to introduce yourself or no"
"Uh sure. Hii I'm Onika but you can call me nicki, I'm originally from Trinidad but my family moved to New York and now I'm here so yea.." she smiled turning back to the teacher.
"Very good, let's see where we can put you" she scanned the room. "Oh perfect! Right in front of Beyonce, Beyonce raise your hand sweetie"
I awkwardly raised my hand while she walked towards me. She sat down then started fiddling with her bag, I couldn't help but to notice she smells so good. I leaned in to get another sniff of her, is that weird? This is so weird I should stop before she turns around and slap me or something.
Her hair also looked really pretty I wonder if it's all hers or not. She also have a cute nails they were pink and had a bunch of gems on them. Her back is pretty cute too I can see the outline of her bra strap, ok I should stop. I tried my hardest to refocus but God she was so intriguing. I watched her talk to the boys and Lauren, she seemed like she instantly fit in perfectly. I wish.
I guess Lauren and the guys caught me staring cus she mugged me and one of the guys threw something at me.
"Ew. Stop staring"
"F*cking creep"
"Yall stop"
"Bra you don't see this weird a** n*gga staring at you" he pointed his pencil at me making her turn around.
I nearly had an asthma attack as we made eye contact, she had the most perfect lips ever. Oh but I don't want her to see me staring at her lips then she'll think I'm trying to kiss her!
"Sorry about that"
"I- j- um" I strutted real bad.
They started laughing making my cheeks feel hot. I put my head down hoping they would just stop looking.
"Yall stop seriously" she turned back to them then to me. "Hey it's ok don't worry about them" she lifted my head with her index finger making me look at her.
I just simply nodded not wanting to stutter again. She gave me a smile in return making me smile a little then she faced the board again. I can't wait to write about this in my book!!
