In this world, people aren't just rich they are mega rich and Malkia, a girl from a poor background gets to see just how distorted and unfair life can be when you don't have the money nor the power to have a say. But she decides to have a say and st...
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"Jamila," Malkia said talking to the other girl through her hand phone, her lips were pressed to her wrist where her phone was "I can't come, I don't even have the right clothes to wear and I don't think anyone there is my type of person."
"Aren't I your type of person?" She sounded like she was laughing.
"Yeah, you are but you know what I mean. The people in your life are not all like you."
"So bring a friend, and don't worry, we're just going to be lounging on the Yacht so you can wear as little as possible."
"I don't think I should come."
"You have to I promised the boys you'll be here. Plus, my driver is already on his way to pick you up so you better call that friend you might want to bring along right now!" Jamila said in a singsong voice then hang up.
Malkia sighed and then she remembered what Luke had said yesterday, a part of her wanted to see him outside of school though she didn't think it would make a difference because he never wore uniform to school. But she was also afraid of having Jamila see just how into him she was.
She also wanted to get closer to Jamila because she was just as infatuated with her as she was with Luke, she was so beautiful and kind. She was nothing like anyone in their school; it didn't make sense that she could be so humble despite being one of the wealthiest people in the galaxy. And best friends with the F4.
She opened her dresser and took out her favorite jean shorts and a red tank top then she wore her best flip flops. She thought of trying to put on a little make up but decided against it, she was never the makeup kind. Her mother was but she didn't want to alarm her.
She called her friend Naya, once she felt presentable and invited her to come along. Naya was her best friend, well second best friend but that was only because Tom had become her boyfriend.
Naya was glad to be invited along and it just so happened that her Saturday afternoon was free. She also came along because it had been a while since the two of them had hang out together. They did text constantly enough for her friend to know she was single, no longer getting bullied and that she had a not so mild crush on Luke.
Naya was into looking exquisite, she hoped to become a makeup artist when she grew up. She was also reckless and full of bad decisions. But her face was innocent and childlike; this always made her get away with a lot.
She was much shorter than Malkia but like her friend she was down to earth and real to herself; her true self which was pretty pure and about as inexperienced as Malkia was but her mouth led people on. More than enough people believed that Naya was a play girl who changed men as much as babies changed diapers when all she was, was a girl that liked to talk explicitly and perhaps have a make out session with a random person every once in a while.
She arrived at Malkia's front door in a matter of minutes, she lived far away but she had managed to get a scooter from her parents on her sixteenth birthday.
