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The Good The Bad N
The Ugly
Beyonce, Kelly, and Michelle stepped
in the club where all of the celebrities were dancing. “It’s pack in here.”
“I know.” Beyonce spotted Pink.
“I’m going to go holla at Pink.
Where are ya’ll gone sit so I can know.”
“Over there.” Michelle pointed to an
empty table.
“Ok. I’ll be back.” Beyonce
approached Pink. “Hey girl.” Pink looked up, and smiled.
“What’s up? How long have you been
here?”
“We just got in.” she looked around.
“So…how’s the party been?”
“Well…It’s aight. Nothing’s really
happening here. I heard they were having a party at the beach. You wanna go?”
“Sure.”
“Okay. Well give me about 10 minutes
and I’ll be ready.”
“Cool. I’ll be over there where
Michelle and Kelly are.”
“Okay. Later.” Beyonce headed to her
table, when she bumped into someone.
“Damn. Can you see where your
going?” Kim spoke up. When she realized who it was, a smile formed on her face.
“Oh…Beyonce. Wut up girl?”
“Nothing.”
“I thought you were one of them hoes
who don’t care who they bump into.”
“That’s alright. So how long have
you been here?”
“About an hour. There’s really
nothing happening here. I’m about to go to that beach party.”
“So am I. I’m going with the girls,
and Pink.”
“Cool. I might go with ya’ll.”
“That’ll be great. We’re leaving in
about 10 minutes.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
“Alright. Later.” Beyonce took a
seat by Michelle and Kelly. “I’m heading to the beach party with Pink, and Kim.
Ya’ll wanna go?”
“Sure.”
“Would you ladies like to order a
drink?” a waiter stood in front of them.
“No thanks. I don’t wanna get
drunk.”
“I’ll take a wine cooler.” Kelly
spoke up.
“Nothing for me.” Michelle added.
“Okay. Be right back with your wine
cooler. By the way…I didn’t catch the flavor.
“Make it a tropical fruit punch.”
“Okay.” The waiter walked away.
~~**~~**~~
“UGHHHH! IT IS SOO BORING! I
MEAN…WHY ARE THEY TREATING ME LIKE A BABY?” Kiely yelled out of her misery.
“Kiely yelling is not going to get
us anywhere. What we need to do is…find a way to get out of here.” Adrienne
spoke up.
“Well we can climb out of the
window, and put some pillows on the bed like we’re sleeping.” Naturi thought.
“Yeah. Like that’s going to work.
That is SOOO old. We need another plan. Why don’t we…” she whispered in their
ear.
Naturi, and Kiely’s eyes lit up.
“Cool. Great idea.”
~~**~~**~~
Justin and the guys walked in the
club where the celebrity party was being held. “Damn. This club is packed. But
it doesn’t look like anything’s going on.” Justin spoke up.
“Well…I’m gonna go get a drink. I’ll
be back.” Lance left the guys.
“Wut up white boys.” Eminem walked
pass them. “Shouldn’t you guys be somewhere else. This is the wrong place to be
at.”
“Who are you calling white,
Marshall? You’re no different then us.”
“Oh…I maybe white. But at least I
don’t act white. So what you crackers need to do is get the hell up out of
here.”
“Oh and who’s going to make us?”
Justin approached him.
“I’m ‘bout to if you don’t step up
off of me.” Eminem pulled out a pocket knife, only noticeable for Justin to see.
“Oooh. And I suppose to be scared of
you because you have a little knife in your hand?”
“Hey. Don’t
start nothing guys. I don’t want you guys to be in jail.” Joey spoke up.
“Shut up superman.” Eminem spoke up.
He looked at Justin. “As I was saying to country boy here. If you don’t wanna be
in jail tonight…I suggest you get up out of here.”
“No. I suggest you get up out my
face, Marshall. Because you will be meeting my fist in a few seconds.”
“Haha. And I suppose to get shooked
up? Think again, Justy. I don’t run from no one. And I’m sure as hell not
running from you fags.”
“Hold up. Who do you think you’re
calling a fag? You wanna be black, CRACKER. That’s right. You’re a cracker, and
so am I. But none of this color thing matters to me. If it does to you, that’s
you. Now you better take every word you just said BACK.”
“And what do you think you’re going
to do about it?” Eminem lightly poked him in the stomach with the knife.
“You’ll see. If you don’t stop
poking me with that damn thing.”
“OH. Justin’s starting to become
brave now.”
“You know what? I think it’s time
for Marshall to learn a lesson” Justin spoke deeply.
~~**~~**~~
“Come on you guys.” Lydia stated, as
they ran to the house.
“PYTTTTTTTTTTTT! PYT! I LOOVEEEE
YOUUUU ASHLEYYYY!” a crazed fan yelled as they continued to run after them.
“Gosh. I’m too tired. I can’t run
anymore.” Tracy breathed heavily, as she slowed down.
“You can’t do this now. Do you see
all of those people running after us? It’s really a bad time to be stopping.”
Ashley pulled her arm.
“Come on Tracy.” Lauran urged. “COME
ON GOD DAMNIT! WE CAN’T BE STOPPING LIKE THIS. WE’RE ONLY
3 HOUSES AWAY. You can make it. Come on now.” Lauren and Ashley pulled
her with them.
They finally reached the house and
quickly ran in. “LOCK THE DOOR!” Lydia yelled. Tracy locked the door, and fell
on the sofa.
“Next time don’t leave without
bodyguards.” They quickly turned around to stare at their manager.
“Rick? How did you get in here? Did
you lock the door like I told you?” Ashley asked Lydia
“Yeah. I swear I did.”
“How many times did I tell you girls
to take bodyguards with you whenever you go out in the public?”
“Well…we were only going to the
store. And that’s less a block away.”
“BUT…you did not take bodyguards
with you. That’s the whole idea.” Lydia walked in the kitchen and fixed herself
a cup of water.
“Well…we made it safely home. And
that’s all that counts. Now…would you please leave Ashley’s house?” Lydia spoke
“Yeah. My mother should be here
soon. She gets off at 4.” They all stared at the clock. “And it’s 15 minutes to
4 now.”
“Farely. I just came here to let
Ashley know that…you won’t be able to date Aaron anymore.”
“Huh? Since when did you control my
love life?” Ashley rested her hands on her hip.
“Oh…I been controlled your love life
since you signed with Epic records. Now…if you don’t stop seeing Mr. Carter you
will have to say goodbye to your singing career you have now.” Everyone looked
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