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𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍
"I am so tired of pretending, where is my happy ending "
That had always been the battle cry of jessa Olamipo Chloe Babaijide
When Jessa's mother was jilted by their father just before the birt...
Dedicated to who keeps a smile on my face through his endless Comments Jkaloko
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~Chloe~
It was finally break time and I was having an alone time at my desk. Since mom packed my lunch, I didn't have to go to the cafeteria to eat. Besides, I wasn't up for all the drama going on there right now. I was just unpacking my lunch box when someone roughly hit their fist on my table.
I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me it was my horrible twin sister Zoe. Her freshly painted nails and her high pitched voice gave her away. I took in a swift breath before lifting my head to took at her.
"Hey, fuzzball! Where is my lunch?"
"Geez, I... didn't you take it before we left home or something?"
"Oh, did I? Oops, must have forgotten. Oh well looks like your lunch is mine now. " She smirked. And without another word, she grabbed my lunch from the table and skipped happily out of the class before I got the chance to protest. I couldn't help but mumble.
"Great, there goes my lunch"
Our lunch, you mean I'm starving too... My subconscious commented and my tummy grumbled to that in agreement. I sighed knowing I was probably going to starve If someone didn't come to my rescue.
"Did I just hear a grumble?" I heard almost immediately.
"Antonio! Please, don't tell me you heard that?" I asked him feeling extremely embarrassed that my tummy growled that loud. Antonio has been my best friend since preschool and he and I have been pretty inseparable. Some of our classmates then speculated we were dating but we both knew what we had is purely platonic.
He had smooth caramel dark skin that always seems to turn heads whenever he walked by. And a result of his well-defined muscle, ladies, especially the older ones can't seem to keep their hands to themselves, even when they see him cladded up in school uniform. Before he got the chance to respond to that, my second best friend Molly responded saying.
"Oh, we heard alright. We heard loud and clear"
She said in her thick Black American accent. Okay, the history of our friendship goes way down to childbirth. We were born in the same hospital. Well at least that's what mom keeps telling me, I just don't know why I find it hard to believe.
Molly is a typical well cultured Yoruba girl with the same skin tone as Antonio. People often mistake them for siblings which they were not. She always had her hair in twisted braids and well packed in a pigtail and of cause, she is super nice and hardly gets upset.
"What's up guys, what brings you both to my humble domain" I asked.
"Chloe you need to stop using that line." Molly scolds and before I got the chance to defend myself, Antonio and Molly already displayed all kinds of food on my table. I just stared blankly at my table filled with food, it wasn't until my tummy growled once more that I remembered that I was hungry.
