The morning after a disastrous evening with her boyfriend Reese, Cree Bowman wonders if their relationship is worth continuing. Will a chat with her two best friends help the situation?
“We’re not,” Cree said, matter-a-factly. She rose up from her bed and walked into the bathroom without another word.
At that moment there was a knock at the door. “Cree, are you awake?”
Millie flew over to the door and opened it. “Oh, hi Jenny. Cree’s still in the bathroom.”
Jenny walked in, her blue skin shimmering in the light of Cree’s bedroom with her long black hair tied in two braids intertwined with red ribbons.
She took a seat at Cree’s computer desk where she bent over to pull up her red knee-high socks that had fallen down. She then tightened the matching red shoelaces of her plain white tennis shoes.
“Jenny,” Millie asked. “Why do you always wear shorts, and black? Such a boring color, yuck. And your hair, you should let me do it.”
“No thanks,” Jenny said. “Haven’t you heard the phrase, ‘less is more’?” Millie just gave a huff, just Jenny stared at the bathroom door, a worried look on her face.
“How’s Cree?” Jenny inquired, getting suddenly quiet. “I heard what happened last night and came to check on her.”
“How did you hear?” Millie asked, plopping back down on Cree’s bed.
“From Reese, who else? He’s so worried about her. He said she almost flipped out at the police station and all because of Drake.”
“That guy’s bad news,” Millie said, admiring her newly painted nails. “But on the other hand, he is kinda hot.”
Jenny tried to look shocked, but ever since she came to the school several months ago, she had learned to not be shocked by anything Millie did or said anymore.
“Oh, my god, Millie! What did you do to your nails this time?”
“Nothing,” she said. She had them airbrushed with tiny American flags.
“Hey, the fourth of July is coming up. I’m just trying to be patriotic.”
“Bull shit,” Jenny fired. “You’re just trying to impress Jordon Demsey! Everyone knows how into American history he is, but Millie, I don’t think you’re going to impress him with your nails.”
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