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Beyoncé
I let out a frustrated sigh while tying my sneakers.
I don't want to go to a new school. I didn't want to move to Houston. New Orleans was just fine.
I rise to my feet and take a moment to examine my reflection in the floor length hotel mirror.
Yep. I look like I always do.
Gay and bored.
I hear the electric lock click on the hotel door and my sister comes in the room with two plates.
She gone always take advantage of a complimentary breakfast.
"Eat fast. I gotta drop you off first then I have to run some errands." Bianca says shoving a waffle into my hands.
I sigh heavily.
"I think you'll like the school. It's obviously not going to be as inclusive as the school for the deaf but the principal was really nice when we spoke..."
I just eat my waffle and tune her out.
I really don't give a fuck about a nice principal at a school I don't want to go to in a town I don't want to be in.
"...and maybe you'll find a girlfriend."
I roll my eyes.
I don't want a girlfriend.
Being vulnerable with someone who could take my every insecurity and amplify them? Use them against me? Take more from me than I'm willing to give and make me feel like I owe them more?
That is a hell I don't plan on going through ever again.
I'm not opposed to meaningless sex but a relationship is not on the table for me.
"Don't be like that. You've been in a funk since LeToya..." She says.
"Don't say her name around me." I say quietly.
The shit with LeToya is the main reason Bianca decided to move us from our home town.
Apparently, we needed a 'fresh start'.
"I'm just saying, Beyoncé. You need a social life. You're 17. You should be hanging with friends and being young." She says softly.
I don't need friends. I need a fucking break.
I didn't have much of a social life back home either, but at least I had Kelly.
Now I'm being thrown into a new environment on the 2nd week of school just to make shit extra awkward.
And I'm expected to make friends with people who I can't even communicate with??
Bianca is insane.
I'm just going to stick to myself, do the bare minimum and graduate without honors.
