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Beyoncé's POV
Harlem, New York, 1994

My name is Beyoncé Knowles and I'm fourteen years old

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My name is Beyoncé Knowles and I'm fourteen years old. I have no parents and the person I'm looking at right now is the reason.

 I have no parents and the person I'm looking at right now is the reason

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His name is Darnell Cruz. Runs a few boxing gyms around the city. He killed my parents on accident. It was the wrong couple. I personally don't care. My parents are dead. I'm gonna make sure I kill him but owning the boxing gyms is a front for him.

He's the main connect in the city. That means he's never alone. Always has guards near by which is gonna make this a bit more difficult but I have a plan, I think.

I looked across the street before I crossed it and headed straight towards the gym.

He looked at me as I walked up to the building.

"You're late Beyoncé." He said.

"I know. I had to stay late for school. Wasn't my fault." I said.

He shook his head and shoo'd me away. I went in to get ready for my training class.

Yes, I train here. Why not have the man I want to kill train me to do it. I'm fourteen not dumb. If I wanna do this right this is gonna take training and time. I don't mind the wait.

I went to get changed and then I started my training.

After three hours I was sweating bullets and exhausted.

"Good job kid." Darnell said. "Time is money though so don't be late."

"I didn't pay for anything. You're helping out a kid in a group home. You're doing community service." I said laughing. He smacked his teeth. "I get what you mean though. I won't be late again."

"Come on, let's get you home." He said.

I nodded and got my bag. We got in his truck and he started driving me home.

"Hey, you know someway I can make some extra cash?" I asked.

He glanced at me.

"What you need extra cash for?" He asked.

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