My phone buzzed and I stopped the movie that I was watching. Checking the screen, I saw that it was my bestie, Gabriella calling. “Hey Freda, it’s Gabby,” she shouted joyfully. “I know, I have your number, so the caller ID told me already. And please, not too loud. My head hurts when you yell like that, girl.” Gabriella, also known as Gabby to her many friends, comes from a wealthy home. They were old money as our university batch mates called it I wonder why of all the people in school, she chose me to be her best friend. We met on my first day in college, I was looking for my first class then. Speed-walking down the hall because I thought I was going to be late, I accidentally collided with her, scattering all our books and notes on the marble-tiled floor. After apologizing for not taking care of where I was going, I realized we had the same classes after comparing her timetable with mine. “So, Gabby,” I began. “What’s up, bestie?” With a loud voice, her best friend asked, “Did
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