Shattered Mirror

Chapter 29: Want Some More

Want some more
Even though a nigga been getting to it
Want some more
(Still want some more)
Want some more
Want some more
Every time I end up getting to it
Want some more

When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they
(Want some more)
I know that I'm getting it, but fuck it cause I
(Want some more)
When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they
(Want some more)
Every time I end up getting it
(Want some more)

I'm in this bitch, I'm getting money
One minute they hate me then they love me
Ain't got nothing for me, these dudes is funny
That's why I'm throwing shade like it's sunny
Who had Eminem on the first album?
Who had Kanye saying "She a problem"?
Who the fuck came in the game made her own cologne?
Who made Lil Wayne give 'em five million?
Why the fuck I gotta say it, though?
You niggas don't know it yet?
Football touchdown on the Boeing jet
You my son, but I'm just not showing yet
Miss Icy, but it ain't snowing yet
You can tell I'm the illest cause my dividend is the biggest
Bitches ain't sitting with us, all my niggas in Margielas (Oh!)
Is pigs flying? Is these bitches trying me?
They think it's sweet? Oh, these bitches got diabetes!
You seen that list? It was me, Baby, Jay Z and Diddy
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Giselle drove down the street in the nice neighborhood, parking her car in her drive way. She turned the ignition off and taking a deep breathe. She was nervous but also had a gut feeling that something was going to go down.

She stepped out the car, and walking towards the house. She noticed a couple of cars in the driveway which she knew didn't belong to any one of her siblings. She shrugged her shoulders but didn't brush the cars off.

When she enter she didn't notice how quiet the house was. She struggled to carry her bags up the stairs and into the bedroom that she shared with Angel. The moment she walked in the room she immedeletely felt a vibe that she missed.

Tossing her bags onto her bed, Giselle pulled out her phone and headphones while playing DJ Khaled, Hold You Down. Giselle unpacked her bags while singing along.

When August's part came she sang and began grinding in the air as if August was right in front of her.

But to her surprise it was just a fantasy making her disappointed. She tossed her empty suitcase into the back of her closet. While putting her suitcases away she noticed four shoeboxes.

Giselle smiled, even when she wasn't there it made her feel good to know that her family kept up with their shoe connect for her.

Giselle walk into Angel and her walk in bathroom, looking at her reflection. She push a strain of her curly hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but to notice how much she looked exactly like her father but with her mother's eyes and cheekbone.

Giselle pursed her lips before blowing out a breathe and fixing her sundress. She walked around the room a bit finally noticing the changes in the room. The walls wasn't light purple but instead a nude color. Nowadays all of them been into the color nude lately.

She walked down the flight of stairs, two at time, walking into the kitchen. Her stomach growled as she notice the food on the diner table, she filled her plate with a piece of chicken, ribs, green beans, corn, and a scoop of mashed potatoes.

Grabbing her plate and a cup of grape soda she walked outside to the patio. Giselle grabs the piece of chicken and bitting into it with her right hand and logging onto Twitter with her other.

Giselle scoff. "These bitches really wanna try me?" She saids, looking at a tweet from an unknown follower along with the picture attach to it.

@The Baddest: ha bitch look at who I got ?

Oh, Shawdy bold and stupid as fuck. Giselle thought, bitting into her cornbread. It was a picture of the girl kissing Carter on the cheek. Giselle shook her head, not even getting mad.

The old Giselle would have snatched shawdy up and two piece her pencil stick ass. But the new Giselle didn't and that was some type of growth.

Giselle looked up from her phone to see a group of people sitting down. She pushed her Prada glasses down to the bridge of her nose to get a better look at the people and when she did her mouth dropped.

"Uncle Rich?!" Giselle mumbles in shock. The last time she saw him when she was only 13 after giving birth to her son, Elijah.

"Don't just stand there, come give your old man some love." Rich says, holding his arms out for his niece.

Giselle gladly runs into his arms, not wanting to let go. She knew that although that she didn't she have her father, Rich was the closest father figure she could have.

"When did you get out?"

"Almost a week ago along with your aunt cali." Rich smiles.

Giselle eyes widened. "Are you serious? Where is she?"

"Right here." A angelic, voice says behind them. Rich steps to the side so Giselle can see Cali in a beautiful romper with sandals along with her jet black hair in a low cut bob.

Cali smiled, tears forming. "Innocent Ivory King, my baby." Cali says embracing Giselle into a hug.

"Who's baby is that?" Genesis says, catching everybody's attention, focusing their eyes at Rich with a baby in his arms.