Beyonce's Daughter

Chapter 7: Difficult

I looked at the girl who stood before me. Her vibe was all off and saw was her attitude. I then turned my attention to the boy standing beside her. He was the exact same way! Arrogant, conceited, call it whatever.

"Bahja meet Womack's neice Breaunna and his nephew Jacob." My mother cheesed.

"Hi?" Breaunna said well more like asked. I nodded a hello and sat on the couch. The boy didn't even say anything to me.

"Breaunna and Jacob will be hanging with us today since her parents are busy at work." My mother placed her hands on her hip.

"I'll let y'all get to know each other." My mother took off into her room.

"Would y'all like some water?" I cleared the tension.

"Is it purified?" Breaunna asked.

"How much did it cost? I don't drink water under ninty dollars." Jacob looked dead serious. I wanted to yell at them and tell them that it's water but I just left it alone and sat back on the couch.

"So y'all brother and sister?" I asked.

"Well duh!" Jacob snarled.

"I thought that was obvious." Breaunna said a little too loudly to her brother. You can do this Bahja...don't let them get the best of you. You have to show your mother how mature you are...or you could beg for mercy and make your mother take them home. Let's go with plan A.

"So how old are you two?" I smiled.

"I'm your age." Jacob said.

"I'm a year older then you." Breaunna said.

"What do you guys like to do?" I asked.

"I like to golf and play chess." Jacob pulled out a quilt and sat it on the couch.

"Um what are you doing?" My confusion was evident.

"I don't sit on stuff that doesn't cost over a million dollars. I'm worth more than this trecherous couch." Jacob sat down. I wanted to argue back and say that my pee cost more than him but I just let him be.

"Anyways, what do you like to do Breaunna?" I shifted my attention onto her.

"I like to go shopping..." Breaunna trailed on.

"Oh cool I do too-" I was cut off.

"In Paris." Breaunna finished her sentence. Who are these two parents?

"If I may ask, who are you two parents?" I questioned.

"Our parents own clothing stores and malls all around the world." Jacob said.

"My mother is freaking Beyonce! Do y'all know that y'all like one hundred feet under us? Y'all act like y'all own Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Prada, or Fendi. I could buy all of those malls from y'all in a heart beat and I'm just Beyonce's daughter! You two are some snobby teens." My mature shell disappeared. Jacob gasped in offense.

"Oh shut-up male model. My piss is worth more than you!" I spat.

"How dare you disrespect my brother!" Breaunna stood her ground.

"How dare you act like snobby brats when you're really broke teens trying to label yourself as rich. Try again." I stood up against Breaunna.

"I'm calling my mother!" Jacob stomped his foot.

"Go ahead brat. The faster you call the faster I can kick you out my house." I stuck out my tongue. Now I know what my mother meant when she called me stuck up. Breaunna and Jacob were totally annoying. I felt hurt knowing that's how everybody potray me as...a stuck up brat like these two. When the two finally left, I unlocked my phone and went to my messages. Zonnique had texted me multiple times. Should I text her back? If so what should I tell her? Man this is so hard.