Part I.

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Beyoncé

Seven Years Later

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Seven Years Later

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I yawned as I walked down the hallway to TT's room to wake her up. I walked in and she was sprawled out on her bed. I looked around her room. Her backpack was on the floor and clothes were everywhere. I just rolled my eyes.

"TT, wake up!" I yelled.

She moved but didn't get up, just shifted positions. I turned on her light and went over to her bed.

"Tiana! Get up! Now!" I said shaking her.

All she did was groan so I punched her in the arm.

"Ahhh! Damn Bey!" She yelled so I did it again.

"Watch your mouth! We do this every morning." I said getting up from the bed. "Get up, shower, and get dressed. Why you making it so difficult?"

Tiana groaned and rolled over on her back.

"I'm up." She said.

"Good, forty-five minutes and I'm leaving." I said. "And clean this damn room."

I banged on every last door upstairs before heading down to the kitchen.

So, it's been seven years and things have definitely changed. After my mama got arrested I had to step up. My dad got custody of my sisters but I took care of them. My mom was sentenced to ten years. She has three years maybe less to go. We go visit her every month and keep her in the loop about everything. My dad had to move to Cali because things got a little hot for him down here but he visits every other month.

Now on to us girls. I finished college getting my bachelors in business and I'm now twenty-six years old, Solange finished college and Rasheeda and Brooke are in college now. Rah's a senior and Brooke is a sophomore.Tiana is about to be a freshman in high school. Our little baby is growing up.

After my mama went to jail they ceased all her assets and took the house and hair salon. By the grace of God my dad got it all back. My mom also had been preparing for all this. She created an account in my name with money but that wouldn't last forever. I have an actual job, my dad let me run his recording studio down here when he moved. Solange works at the salon so when mama gets out she can go back to doing hair and getting her money.  These past years have not all been easy but we're making the best of it.

I started cooking breakfast and then I seen Brooke fly into the kitchen.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

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