A best friend that is a complete opposite.

Jenna!, Jenna!!!

Young Miss John shot up from her bed as the alarm blared continuously. She dragged her hair in frustration, why did the alarm have to wake her up now.

She had been dreaming that her crush at school was asking her out, she said yes and was about to kiss him, but her father appeared like an evil overlord garbed in hooded coat and holding a gleaming sword. He charged at her and Evan her crush, but before he could get to them, he fell down in a puddle unable to get up and started shouting" Jenna, Jenna" to stop her. Jenna looked at her father who was struggling to stand up, she smirked" Good for you ,loser", she shouted and leaned closer to kiss Evan but even before her lips touched his... the damn alarm rang and woke her up from her fairy tale. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Nevertheless, this was reality now and a Monday morning. Jenna switched off the alarm and got up from her bed to get ready for school.

On Mondays, it was a rule that she must wear white and brown. Therefore, she picked a white T-shirt and beige maxi skirt with no shape.

After dressing up, Jenna was forced to look at herself in the mirror. All her clothes were in no least way fashionable, and she really wished to dress like other girls, but she was totally powerless. Her father made sure she never wears colorful blouses, trousers, jewelries, skirts that was shorter than her knee and make-up. He claims it's a distraction for it attracts the attention of boys.

Mr John succeeded in his claim for with the way Jenna dressed every day, no boy was attracted to her... or so she thought.

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Sage High School...

Jenna got down from the Porsche that dropped her in front of her school and bid good bye to her father.

She faced her school built with brown bricks and red roof, admiring it like she did every day.😍😍😍

Jenna had high hopes for today and who knows... since Evan nearly kissed her in her dreams, maybe he would notice her today.🥰🥰🥰

When she was half way the school yard, a crazy motorcyclist almost hit her and rode away. Before Jenna could vent her anger, the crazy motorcyclist turned and stopped in front of her.

The cyclist removed her helmet and Jenna could only heave a sigh as she realized who it was -- Stella, her best friend.

" YO! Nanaje."

Stella Sate is a young lady in her twentieth year of living. She's two inches taller than Jenna with pale green eyes and shag haircut dyed bright red.

Stella is everything Jenna is not : Rough, lousy, sassy in style and speech, a party freak, hates anything school, lazy with studies and a complete dullard when it comes to math. She also has an appalling exhibition of bad manners.

" Is this the new motorcycle that your brother bought for you?" asked Jenna with a disgusted look.

" Yup, Yamaha Xmax. Brand New!💪💪💪" Stella bragged in her coarse voice while patting what she considered her new baby 🏍️🏍️🏍️. The motorcycle itself was bright red with yellow wheels and green handle bars.

" Brand New, huh?, no wonder it's so color jammed." Jenna rolled her eyes. As someone who lived in a house painted completely white, coupled with her father which had a bit of chromophobia, Jenna grew up with a very strong color hypersensitivity.

" No, no. It ain't color jammed. It was all white when I got it. I didn't like it, so I dyed it to my style 😁😁😁😁"

Jenna heaved a heavy breath Style ?, her best friend style was something out of this world .

Like today, Stella was dressed in ripped jeans which was green on one leg and black on the other. The leather jacket she wore was gold [a black fuck you designed boldly at the back], with an orange camisole worn inside. She wore numerous gold chains on her neck and a black neck choker. Coupled with that were black ear cuffs around her ear, a blue heeled boots and her nails were also painted black.

Now, let's come to her face. Dark blue eyeshadow, black eyeliner and a bold red lipstick... in short Stella looks was a complete color riot.

Jenna thought back and forth during that short moment of silence. She couldn't understand how she even became friends with a girl like Stella. Anyway she couldn't blame or criticize her best friend either.

Stella was a product of a broken family and had lived in the Ghetto before her mom divorced and moved her and her five elder brothers to the city when she was just seven years old.

There in the city, Stella couldn't cope and repeated many classes before she met Jenna. Jenna and Stella were completely sworn enemies at the start but all change during a test at third grade ; Stella was completely bamboozled with the complicated questions that she busted into tears, Jenna defied her principle and helped Stella out and that was how they became the closest of Friends.

"Stop staring at me!" Stella whined" Hop on my new baby and I will give you a ride to the parking lot "

" Me" Jenna pointed to herself "hop on that, you drive like a drunk wolf. Hell no!!!". She hastened her step towards the school building

" wait up!, at least let me Park "

"nooooooo!!!!!"

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