"Zin!" That would be the all too familiar voice of my best friend Sammie. Sammie and I have been friends since we met, which is pretty much our whole lives. We met in kindergarten in the sandbox. "Zin, Zin, Zin, Zin, ZIN! It's freshmen year. Aren't you excited?!"
"For what?" I replied un-enthusiastically.
"For this, silly! You know what this means?" Before I could answer she continued on, "This means new freedom, new life, new...BOYS!"
"Oooh," I squealed, "cute boy three o'clock." Sammie turned to see what I was staring at and I broke into hysterics. "Pressed...or naw?!" I said between breaths.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "at least I can tell the difference between a wall and a boy."
"Now that is a fine boy," I said when I turned around.
"Not falling for it!"
"Okay, but he's coming our way!"
"Fine!" Sammie turned around and stood there in the middle of the hallway just gaping at the boy.
"Close your mouth honey, you're gonna let the flies in!" I said.
As he walked by he nodded at us. "Hey girls. May I introduce myself?"
"Sure," I said.
"I'm John Princeton. You are...?"
"Oh!" I exclaimed as I snapped out of my daze, "I'm Zinoba Shanston, and this is..." I nuged Sammie. "And this is..."
"Sammie!" my friend practically yelled. "Sammie Roberts. A pleasure meet you!" Sammie vigurously shook John's hand until he finally pulled away.
"Well," John said awkwardly, "I had better get to homeroom."
"Yeah," I replied, "us too."
As John went in the other direction, Sammie asked me, "Speaking of homeroom, remember Jessica Quinn? She was always in our homeroom!"
"Uugh! Jessica!" I replied. Jessica Quinn was always beyond the worst. She bought her way through life. Got straight A's for $100 each, when really she deserved D's and C's. If you ask me, she's the dumbest person ever!
As we turned the corner to get to class, someone's hair got right in Sammie's face. "Uugh!" she exclaimed. "Do you mind?"
"Actually, no. I dont!" came the response.
"Jessica?!" Sammie and I exclaimed at the same time.
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Friends.Family.Fame.
General FictionBeing the last of nine kids is anything but easy, and the only way for Zinoba Shanston to get noticed is through fame. Little does she know, she's digging her own grave. Torn between THREE wolrds, Zin has to create her own destiny. All on her own.
