{Thank god Trey to my baby. So in at the big football season photo shoot. Its 8:30. Im speeding right into the parking lot. I get out sign in get into the dressing room put on my clouthes and let them do my hair and make up. Than i met this girl named Rochelle she cool.}
Rochelle: You look nice!
Me: Not in this slutty cheering uniform.
Lady: KIMBERLY JONES!!!! YOUR NEXT!
{I walked into the photo shoot than this boy sits there with a football uniform on. He looked so familiar he says:
Boy: Hi
Me: Hi.
Boy: What's your name?
Me: Kimberly.
Boy: would you like to-
Lady: LESS TALKING MORE POSING! Now kimberly sit on his lap and put thr pom poms up...ready?
Me: Yeah.
{She takes the picture. Than after the photo shoot i took everything off and got back into my clouthes. As i was texting Beyonce and walking to the car someone taps me on the shoulder.}
Me: {gasp}
Boy: Chill its just me. Want me to get the door?
Me: Sure.
{Opens the door}
Me: Thank you.
Boy: I was gonna ask if we can see eachother?
Me: Let me explain to you. I have a 6 year old son. I am also married. Im a dancer for celebrities. So if you dont get away from my car in 10, 5 seconds. We are gonna have a problem.
Boy: I just wanna---I just wanna get to know you!
Me: Bye! {pulls off}
*In backstage*
I ran backstage Beyonce and the girls were ready. Si i put on my clouthes and make up.
Beyonce: Oh she made it!
{Everybody cheered and clapped.}
The Lady: Ms. Kimberly.
Me: Yes?
The Lady: You have a vistor.
Me: visitor?
{Than i see Keyshawn and Trey come}
Keyshawn: {runs to me} Mommy!
Me: Aww hi baby! {gives Trey a hug} Hey Trey! {Gives him a kiss}
Trey: We came to see you perform.
Me: Thank you.
Managar: Beyonce, your on!
Beyonce: Alright yall lets show them who Sasha Feirce is yall know the routine! Lets go!
{We run on stage and pose. Than the music comes on we perform and dance and in the middle she stops}
Beyonce: I WANNA DEDICATE MY BESTFRIEND KIMBERLY! HER HUSBAND AND HER 6 YEAR OLD KEYSHAWN IS HERE FOR HER TODAY! SHE IS GONNA KILL THIS PART FOR US! GO AHEAD KIM!
{I was killing it on stage-
A/N: Listen to Ring The Alarm
{I aint skip or mess up a beat and than we started dancing together and it ended up with firework works and the albums thrown out to the crowd. We walked backstage and cheered while Keyshawn drew a picture for me and he came with Trey.}
Trey: Good job Babe. {Gave me a kiss} Keyshawn drew this for you.
{He handed me a picture of the family}
Me: Thank you Keyshawn!
{After us was K. Michelle so i got to see her backstage.}
Me: Hi im a big fan.
K. Michelle: I saw you performing on stage! you are the best.
Me: Thank you.
Beyonce: Ight stop fooling around come on and bye K.
K. Michelle: Anytime.
*At Home*
{I walk in the house Keyshawn was on the couch watching TV and Trey was making him a grill chesse}
Keyshawn: Mommy!
Me: Hey baby!
Trey: Hey.
Me: Hey, thanks.
Trey: No problem except for Keyshawn.
Me: Keyshawn?
Keyshawn: Yes?
Me: What is your dad talking about?
Keyshawn: I didnt listen...cause i wanted cookies (puts head down)
Me: Its on. you can get cookies another time. Did you eat?
Keyshawn: Yeah.
Me: Well get ready for bed.
Keyshawn: Okay goodnight mommy.
Me: Goodnight. A cookie Trey?
Trey: What?
Me: You couldnt buy him a cookie?
Trey: I was broke.
Me: Oh stop it! your a celebrity how n the hell could you go broke?
Trey: I left my money in the house.
Me: Thats a better excuse.
Trey: Excuse??
{I walked upstairs}
Me: Yes. You know what Trey im tired i had a big day today i do not wanna argue thank you very much.
YOU ARE READING
A Typical Life: {Roc_Royal Story}
Teen FictionKimberly is 22 years old. She is a dancer for famous people married life and taking care of her 6 year old son Keyshawn. she is married to Trey he's a good stepfather while Chersanto left her just because for a dead beat dad. Later in life everythin...
