When I tell y'all I have over 30 stories in my drafts im not lying. Check this one out. And no Its not sad. Just a quick free write from last year.
Beyonce's POV
4:13pm
"Beyonce hold still!" My mother scolded me as the woman before me tried to hem my dress, making sure it fitted me well. I tugged at the sleeve and mugged the ugly gown I had to wear to tonight's ball.
"Why must I wear this? It's hideous! Why can't I wear what the other teenage girls are wearing?" I asked. My mother turned her face up in disgust at my words.
"What? Those tight fitted pants they call skinny jeans and those brassieres they call shirts? Excuse my language will you, but they look like whores!" My mother yelled.
"You are a princess Beyonce, you need to dress and start acting like one." My mother left me with those words to think on, which I quickly dismissed. I hated my life. I just wish sometimes I could be normal.
"Beyonce!" I smiled at my brother Titan. Unlike me, he had gotten the blessing to live best of both worlds because his dad isn't with my mother anymore and no one really knows he's royalty. I shooed my dress maker away giving him a hug.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Beyonce knock off the fake British accent, it's me." He laughed. I laughed as well shaking my head. It's not really a British accent I was doing, I just spoke properly.
"Ok wassup?" I whispered. If my mother ever heard me talk like that she'd assign me to another English tutor until I begged for mercy in a full blown English accent.
"Did you hear the news?" He asked with a big smile on his face. I looked at him confused.
"What news Titan?" I asked.
"My cousin from my dads side is coming to visit again." He laughed. I twisted my face in confusion. Why is he laughing?
"Okay and? What's so funny about your cousin coming to visit?" I asked. He quickly stopped laughing and looked at me then all of a sudden his eyes widened.
"Ooooooooohhh that's right, you weren't here her last visit, you were in some sort of reform school I think, but momma hates her." He laughed.
"Why?" I asked picking at the threads of my unfinished dress.
"Because she's a normal teenage girl and she doesn't listen to anything momma tell hers to do, she even cursed her out because momma tried to put her in a dress." Titan said. I laughed with widen eyes.
"I don't like dressed either but I would never curse mom out." I said.
"She's gay." Titan said. My eyes widen. Now I knew my mother had to show some sort of disrespect towards her. She absolutely despised gays. She was very homophobic.
"Ohh. Then why does she keep coming back if they hate each other?" I questioned.
"Her mom sends her out here so she can have a break from her. But don't tell her I told you. She thinks it's because her mom has business to take care of." He said. I nodded and his eyes widen as I pulled a string and the whole sleeve of my dress fell off.
"Shhhh." I whispered slowly steeping off of the stool and my mother walks in the room.
"Titan." She greets him and he's hugs her.
"Beyonce ripped her dress!" He yelled and runs out as I glare at him.
"Beyonce! What have you done, Helga spent all afternoon designing and getting that dress ready for you and you rip it?" She asked. I held in a laugh.
"Wait, her name is Helga?" I asked. My mother shoots a death glare at me and I stop laughing and sit down as she picks up the needle and thread. She comes near me and I back away. I think not, she can't even make her own bed, why would I trust her to handle a needle and thread? (That rhymed💀)
"Mom no, um-
"Shush Beyonce I know what I'm doing." She tells me. I quickly back away speaking.
"So did you hear about Titans cousin coming to visit?" I asked. Her mood changes as she puts the needle and thread down and I let out a sigh of relief.
"Onika?" She asked. Every syllable spilled from her lips in hatred.
"I don't know her name, I've never met her-
"Good, you stay away from her Beyonce, that brat isn't anything but trouble. I don't know why Titan has to bring that girl around here." She said. I frowned. I haven't even met the girl and my mother is already telling me to stay away from her. If she actually believes I'm going to listen she's got another thing coming.
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Do y'all like it? If not the delete button isn't too far.
Thoughts?
Should I turn it into a story ?
I might not idk.
