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Chapter 2

Breia 

July

I opened my eyes as my alarm beeped loudly in my ear. I turned around and silenced the alarm before flipping the covers off me. I looked around my small room and sighed loudly. I never wanted to come here, but my parents, whoever they might be, decided it was a bright idea to put me up for adoption when I was a baby. I slowly rise from the bed and go into the bathroom in the hallway. I pass one of the other kids in the group home and she just ignores me as if I'm invisible. I've gotten used to it at this point. No one in this acknowledges my presence. It's like they don't even see me here half the time. 

I began my morning routine by starting to shower. Once I complete my shower, I go to the mirror getting ready to style my big curly hair. I have always loved my curls, they define my face so well. I am only 10 years old, so I don't know a lot of hairstyles. My hair is normally in a fro, space, buns, or half up. 

"Breia! HURRY UP DAMN." I heard one of the other girls scream. 

I rolled my eyes and hurriedly brushed my teeth before exiting the bathroom. As I was walking out the girl bumped my shoulder and mumbled "idiot" under her breath. I just walked away and continued to my "room." I picked out simple jeans and a shirt before getting dressed for school. 

I walked downstairs and the foster lady, Ms. Zoe just stared at me for a second and continued eating her breakfast. I didn't take offense to it because it's normal at this point. I simply walked into the kitchen grabbed a banana and goldfish and headed out the door. We have year-round school so my summer break is very limited. 

The walk to my school is around 10-15 minutes when the weather is good. As I walk, I pull out my phone to see that I can finally listen to Beyonce's new album. From the first lyrics of the song I'M THAT GIRL, my eyes widened, and I began to think of dance moves in my head. I have always loved to dance. I am a self-taught dancer. I watched YouTube videos, Beyonce performances, and Ciara to learn a lot of what I know today. I love hip-hop and majorette, but I'm starting to get good at ballet. 

I made it to the third song on the album just as I was walking into the parking lot of the school. I looked around and sighed heavily. I walked into the school not ready to start the long, boring day. 

After School

I was walking to my foster home after school when I saw a dance auditions sign on the window of the coffee shop by my school. I quickly took a picture of it and looked at it as I continued my walk home. As I was reading it, I couldn't help but scream as I saw it was not only dance auditions but for Beyoncé. The date said it was set for tomorrow right after school. 

When I made it to the house, I didn't have any homework so I placed my backpack down in my room and changed into some clothes I could dance freely in. I went to the gym beside the foster home and placed my earbuds in so that I could practice some skills before going to sleep tonight. As I am dancing, I hear loud claps echoing through the building. I quickly take my earbuds out when I see a short, older lady with a blonde low cut. 

"You're an amazing dancer sweetie, your technique is so sharp." 

"Thank you uhhhh..." 

"My name is Amari, I'm a dancer as well." 

"My name is Breia, I'm actually hoping to dance with Beyoncé on her tour." 

"Me too, that's why I'm here. We should work on some choreography together." 

Amari and I went over some old Beyoncé choreography for about two hours before I had to head back to the foster house. 

"Thank you so much for dancing with me, I'm usually here alone." 

"It's no problem sweetheart, how about you take my number and we can go to the audition together tomorrow."

Amari gave me her number and we both exited the gym going our separate ways. 

I made it to my room and immediately grabbed my clothes to start my night routine. I finished my shower and put my hair in chunky twists before putting on my bonnet. 

As I laid in my bed,  I couldn't help but cry a little. I was always alone. I don't have any friends, my parents didn't want me, and my foster family acts as if I'm not even here. I prayed very hard tonight, hoping God would answer my prayers to find someone who would care about me. As I was about to turn over, my phone dinged which was very weird. 

Amari: Goodnight sweetie, I know you'll do great tomorrow! See you soon ♡! 

:thank you so much, Amari, it really means a lot. goodnight 💕

With that, I drifted off to sleep feeling somewhat better about my life. 

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A/N: sorry for the slow updates y'all!