Ride or Die.

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Houston, Texas
3:33 PM
Beyoncé Knowles

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'This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine! 
Let it shine!! Let it shine!!! 
Everywhere I go I wanna let it shine'

"Ooh, Jesus in my soul!" I belted, feeling every ounce of it brought on by the faith and every soul in attendance of church this lovely Sunday.

I had sung this song thousands of times yet the feeling I got while doing so always made it feel as if it was my first. I can never miss a chance at praising our father up in heaven, Hallelujah.

"Praise his name. I just can't stop! Praising his name!! Just can't stop." The rest of the choir joined in while some people jumped around praise dancing as we sang.

"I feel him." Mrs. Carson shouted, "the lord has entered my soul."

"Praise him then sister." Mr. Ben urged as she jumped in front of the church dancing before fainting into the arms of the McCoy family who always sat front row.

"She's caught the holy ghost!"

We kept singing as my father rushed over placing a hand on her forehead "father bless this woman, bless her! Forgive this woman please, let the demons that were once inside her be gone forever!"

I gulped staring hard as sweat trickled down her dark skin. Dad continued praying over her. Mrs. McCoy fanned her until her brown eyes slowly crept opened and everyone cheered her on as she's helped back to her feet.

She dropped to her knees instead in prayer.

"How you feelin' sister?"

"Don't disturb her while she's prayin'..."

She started speaking in another language as we parted the stage to watch on as everyone else did—mom pulled me close as we listened.

Curls stuck from underneath her fancy hat as tears left her eyes while she prayed.

"Man, this some bullshit!"

"Oh! Lord."

Everyone heads snapped towards the voice in the back of the church.

My brother Isaiah sat there with his legs propped up on another row of seats before standing to clap his hands together slowly. "Oscar-worthy performance, though."

Mrs. Carson fainted again as she's carried to the back and the instruments that played all stopped.

"What are you doing here?" Dad questioned him.

"Church is for everyone, right?" Isaiah answered before laughing. "I went by the house and no one was home, so I came here knowing you'd be here since you love this church more than us."

Mom stepped between them before anything escalated as Sister Pat called everyone else to the back for refreshments.

Isaiah's sorta the black sheep of the family who started breaking bad at the age of 14. After our eldest brother, James died while serving the country. Isaiah stopped believing God after James died which was disgraceful to my parents especially my father who was the preacher.

"Come on baby you too." Mrs. Pat grabbed my hand as we joined the others for food.

"Sorry about that." I apologized, feeling every bit of embarrassed by Isaiah.

"I've known you since you were this tall," she motioned down to her knee. "You don't have to apologize I know how that boy Isaiah is. We just have to pray that the Lord guides him back to the light."

I smile before I started to help her prepare plates.

"Oh! We have a shortage of eating utensils," Sister Jackie noticed "Beyoncé, can you go down to the corner store and get some more? Oh! And also some sugar."

"Sure,"

"You are such a blessing." she grinned.

I dust off my floral dress before heading over to my bike—Can I just say I hated going on store runs' around here? Crack heads are always begging me for money. And these bald-headed guys are always tryna spit game.

"B-bey, you got a quarter?" Nettie the Dope head begged as I passed her on my way to the store.

I sighed while stopping to give her a $1 "they're giving out free food at the church you should go down there and grab something to eat." I told her.

"I ain't ready to go there yet." she waved off.

"You should before it's too late." I barely said, but she was already walking off and onto the next person she saw to beg.

I continued riding my bike to the gas station on the corner.

Guys stood outside of the place as usual "there go the preacher kid." They said.

I frowned at them before going inside "hey, Bey." The cashier greeted me; I was a regular customer of his, so we were on a first-name basis. I collected everything I was sent to then grabbed me some hot Cheetos and Lays. Afterward going to pay for my things as a group of guys walked in extra loud and rowdy. "That'll be $10.50 plus tax." the cashier summed as I count my money seeing I was short a $1, thanks a lot, Nettie.

I glanced at him then back down to the money in my hands.

"Here." a voice offered.

I look over at this tall brown-skinned guy who stood before me with a $5 bill held out and a stack of money in his other hand; he chuckled lightly before sliding the money over to the cashier who started bagging up my items. He added another bill while his eyes never left me as he did so.

"Thanks." I forced out still shocked at how much money he had; I ain't ever seen a stack that thick before.

"No problem, I'm Shawn." He introduced.

"Beyoncé."

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A/N: So they meet 😎😭 how are you all liking the story so far?? Let me know by commenting and don't forget to vote also feel free to share this story with your friends and followers.