Kara's POV
"Oh, thank goodness you're here. You came right on time." I talk in an exhausted way. She smiles at me. "I, here, am famished and in need of a company." She gives me more smile, her pearl white teeth flashing out.
"Yes, I know you are, Kara." I pout at her. She used to call me Miss Kara. I told her I hate it so she stopped.
She's like my age, or at least a year older than me. She has a deep black hair that's made into a bob, one side cut, while the other is just stopping to cover her left ears. Her black eyebrows are thick, and I could say I am jealous of them. Her chestnut skin is bright, and glowing with smooth melanin.
Its only sometimes where I would see those skin of hers not looking good, and at that everytime, it's like she's hiding something from me. I've promised
