Chloe and Halle are foster children who long to become famous singers, but their home life holds them back. What happens when one of their videos reach Queen Bey?
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CHLOE
It's still Monday? It's official, this has been the longest weekend of my life. Usually I'd be in my fourth period class bored out of my mind while Halle struggles to see anything besides the back of a six foot linebacker called Vonté. However, here I find myself sitting in the car as Julius speeds down the road because we were missing our departure time at the clearport. The cars on the road turned into a mesh of colors before my eyes. How have we not been pulled over already? Halle leaned her head onto my shoulder with her eyes shut. More often than not, she got motion sickness from being in cars. We could be going twenty five miles per hour and she'd still find a way to vomit, so I know she's going through it right now. To top it off I can't stop this tune from playing in my head. It's like each time I'm trying to focus on something else here it comes to remind me that I'll never escape it.
"Julius, I'd like to actually make it to the clearport," Bey's hand was clasped over her mouth.
I watched as she lowered the window just enough to get the airflow going. I followed suit. The last time Halle threw up in my lap because Mike refused to stop the car for a second and nobody had time for round two.
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The truck makes a sharp right and we were now driving past rows and rows of private jets. Halle lurched forward and covered her mouth. Please let me out of this car! I looked between Bey and Halle and they were both on the edges of their seat looking grey in the face. Nope won't be happening. The truck finally parked in front of an all white jet with red and blue details. S. Carter it read on the side. Two men in suits stalked toward the car. These better be Bey's people because they look straight out of Men In Black. Halle dry heaved again, and I pushed the door open nearly missing one of the guys.
"Sorry," I rushed out making sure I was far from the truck.
The dark skinned man nodded as the other assisted Halle out of the vehicle. Bey was busy hitting Julius in the arm as he laughed and ran in circles around her. I didn't even know he could laugh. Halle leaned on the hood of the truck, still dry heaving. As long as she doesn't throw up I'm goo-. Bey rushed to Halle holding her hair as she vomited on the ground. My palms started to sweat and I tried to hold back a gag. The secret service or whatever they were stopped to assess the situation before continuing to unload the truck and loading the bags onto the jet. Halle let out the last of her breakfast as Julius rushed with a bottle of water. Bey took the water and playfully hit Julius before handing the water to Halle. Could this day get any worse? I waited by the passenger door now wishing I had some pain meds to calm the pounding in my head. Bey placed her hand on Halle's shoulder coaxing her to walk up the steps that led to the jet. Her glasses were still on her face, but I could tell she was looking around for me. The roaring from the high powered engines did nothing for my migraine. I hurried toward the duo dying to be far from the powerful motors. Halle stood on the second step making no effort to move. Oh she was milking this.
