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XXIII

Isabella

"Aren't you Beyoncé's daughter?"

I sighed and set my phone down before glancing at the kid next to me. This was the thousandth time I've been asked this question, on my life, and my patience was running thin. They clearly know I am, so for these kids to keep asking me is pointless and aggravating. But I had to keep my cool.

"Yes." I replied. I looked back at my phone and groaned internally when he kept talking.

"That's so cool! I love Beyoncé. I saw her on tour a couple years back."

"Awesome." I forced a smile.

"I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but weren't you, like, kidnapped or something?" He asked, leaning closer to me. I rolled my eyes.

"I–"

"David, leave her alone." I heard the dark skinned girl sitting in front of me say. "She clearly don't wanna answer your questions, can't you tell? We all know you know the answers, so what you asking for?"

I chuckled quietly to myself. We thought alike.

"Sorry." David mumbled and turned back around. I glanced at the girl and mouthed thanks.

You're welcome. She mouthed back with a wink. I smiled and finished doing my chemistry work without anymore interruptions.

When the bell rang, I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked out the classroom. I headed down the long ass hallway to my locker to switch out my books and grab my wallet. This school was huge, and I had to strategically plan when I could take the time to stop at my locker between classes.

I've been going here for a few days and so far it's fine. It's the top private school in Manhattan, so of course there's a number of snobby rich kids that I'd rather not associate myself with. They've already tried being my 'friend' several times, but I politely declined, because no thanks. I've seen Gossip Girl and I'm not playing their little games, I'm too old for that.

The only downside about this school, aside from the kids who go here, are the uniforms we have to wear. The location is great, the food is good, the teachers are skilled, but I hate the uniforms. They're not bad, it's just a gray polo shirt with the school logo and khaki skirts (for the girls), but I'd rather go in sweats and a t-shirt like I'm used to. It does save me time in the mornings though, cause it's not like I have to pick out an outfit everyday.

"Hey."

I jumped a little, nearly dropping my books on the floor. After adjusting my grip, I glanced up at the girl from chemistry and smiled, waving a little as I switched out my books. "Hey."

"You don't talk much." She noted with a slight smirk. "Why is that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, I don't care to. I'm not here to socialize, I just wanna get my education and go." I stated while closing my locker.

"That's true." Girl from chemistry laughed and walked with me down the hallway. I didn't invite her to do so, but whatever. "Where are you from? You have an accent."

I rolled my eyes slightly. That was another thing I've been hearing a lot since I showed up here. New Yorkers go crazy when they hear a Southern accent, and mine isn't even that Southern. "Atlanta." I told her. "I'm surprised you don't know that, everyone else seems to."