Krise woke up, smiling as she recalled the day before. She hurriedly dressed, wearing a turquoise and pink stripy top with a creamy white crop top jacket and a pair of ripped skinny jeans, then skipped out of her bedroom. "Kaira! Please hurry up! " Krise called out to her sister, who was already in the bathroom. "Just a minute, sis. Girl's gotta doll up, you know." Krise rolled her eyes, tapping her foot impatiently as Kaira freshened up. Fifteen minutes later, Kaira finally got out. "Seriously, you took fifteen minutes?!!" Krise shot Kaira an incredulous look. Kaira shrugged. Sighing in annoyance, Krise went into the bathroom.
*At school*
"Hey." Someone tapped Krise on the shoulder. She turned around. Deon. A smile grew on Krise's lips. "Hi!" She said cheerily, and together they walked towards their class. "You look pretty today." Deon said shyly. Krise was about to reply, when a tall boy suddenly appeared, and drawled unpleasantly, "What a lame comment," Deon's jaw was clenched. Krise eyed the boy in front of her. "Who are you?" The boy gave her a flirtatious and infuriating look. "I'm Frederick, but only hot chicks like you can call me Fred." Krise shot him a disgusted look. "Unfortunately for you, you are mistaken. I'm not a hot chick. I am the type of girl who would punch people when agitated." Fred took a step back, pretending to look afraid. "Let's go, Deon." Krise said, and they strode away without a second glance at the glowering boy behind them. "You will be mine, Kristina Jones." He muttered darkly.
YOU ARE READING
Apple of my eye
General FictionA dose of humour, a pinch of rivalry, a tad of jealousy........stir well, and add a juicy apple. What do you get? A crazy tale of a girl named Kristena Sophie Jones, about how a little change of heart can make a big difference, and about how the pow...
