Really?! III

Intro

Intro

New York

Beyoncé's POV

I was cooking breakfast for Ciera and Blue. My husband is asleep from getting in late last night and the girls are moving slower than normal. On top of that I have my oldest daughter talking my damn head off.

"Chanel, what do you want me to tell you?" I asked over the phone.

"All I'm asking is for my car." She said.

"No." I said. "You had too many tickets." I said as I finished cooking breakfast.

"Ma, it's my junior year." She wined.

"I don't care." I said. "You better keep rolling around with Rachel."

"This is not fair." 

"Well next time pay your tickets on time and we won't have to get stuck with a thousand dollar bill. Your lucky they didn't arrest you." I said.

She smacked her teeth.

"Okay, when will I get it back?" She asked.

"You have to ask your father." I said. "Hold on, Blue! Ciera!"

"Dang ma." Chanel said. "Yelling in my ear."

"Sorry, oh hold on." I said. 

I checked my phone and I had another phone call.

"Chanel, it's your brother. I gotta go. Call me after your class." I said.

"Okay ma, love you. Bye."

"Love you too." I said and clicked over. "What up baby boy."

"Ma, why you sound so trill at 7:30?" He asked laughing.

I was putting eggs on the plates and laughed.

"Boy, what you call me for?"

"Well, I'm calling to tell you I'm player of the month and I get an award at my next game." He said. "Think you can make it?"

"Your next game is Friday, of course I can make it." I said smiling. "I'm so proud of you. Hold on though."

"Ciera and Blue! Bring your behinds now!" I yelled.

What are they doing?

"Ma, you gotta remember to move the phone from your mouth when you yell."