Friends Of Sofia The First Novels & Stories

When I went downstairs to the kitchen, I saw my brothers (Mateo and Sebastian), Mia, Gabrielle, and Gabriel Hernandez (Mateo's bestfriend) there. "Buenas dias." I greet them, and they all return my greeting. I walk over to Gabriel, slapping his butt (something I did since we were small). "Gabriel." I say playfully. "Sofia." He replied, glaring at me. "Can you stop harassing my friend." Mateo says, pushing my head slightly. I slap his hand away and say, "Nope." They all laughed at our interaction. A few minutes later, Mia, Gabrielle, and I left for the nail salon.

' I thought bitterly. "Zainbee, meet the love of my life," I was snapped out of my dwelling thoughts. "I'm Zainab, Yusluv's childhood friend and best friend," she said proudly with mischief in her eyes. I thought this girl was up to no good. All I wanted to do was to snub her but my mama and religion didn't teach me that. We must be nice to our visitors. "I'm Sofia, Yusuf's wife," I said and she smiled.

Sofia approached steadily and determined to get some information. When she was in front of him, she said, “Hello Alex. It’s a pleasure talking to you. Congratulations on your qualification.” As he heard Sofia’s voice, he then got distracted, he let out a small yawn that he covers with his hand and closes the book, then answered, “Thank you very much, isn’t your name Sofia? I think this is the first time we spoke.” Drawing a smile, Sofia sat down gently in front of him as she said, “Tell me, why are you eating alone and where are your friends?”

"Emma, can't you see how hard Amelia's trying to apologize? Why do you always have to be so mean? I never thought you'd be such a hypocrite! You bully others while pretending to be all sweet and innocent!" I glanced at Olivia, her face full of hostility. It wasn't hard to guess what she was thinking. Since they were all my enemies, maybe it was time to deal with them all at once. I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "Are you two done with the act? I already said I'm not drinking it, so why keep forcing it on me? Olivia, if you trust Amelia that much, why don't you drink it yourself?" Olivia snorted, raising her chin as if she were above it all. "Why wouldn't I drink something Amelia bought? I j

He looked me in the eye with a strange look as if he had seem me somewhere before. “No, Rikas! He’s a friend” Sofia interrupted “Don’t pick a fight with him” I fiercely turned my head to face her “He shove himself into you! You call that friendship? Does he not know his limits?” I continued angrily “Oh... I thought there’s some pride in you. Where is all that ohhh, don’t touch me, stay away” I mimicked with sarcasm.

“Yes, but this is your name. If you can’t point out anyone, you might as well take responsibility.” “But, sir—” “No buts, Ms. Gibson.” Mr. Ward scowled at the ugly scribblings one more time and left. How was I supposed to clean this? Thankfully, it was just chalk. Sofia, one of my best friends, burst out a laugh when I showed her the vandal. I’d known her since middle school, just like Wesley and Riley. She was the only person I knew who could eat so many sweets in one sitting. I noticed she gained extra pounds again, but I always thought Sofia was one of the prettiest in school.

She was touched by the young woman's sympathy and concern, and her desire to befriend Katherine - not to mention, the idea of a real friend to tell Katherine's troubles to without fear or restraint appealed to Katherine greatly. "I'd like that," Katherine said, smiling. Sofia squealed in delight, wrapping her arms around Katherine in a vice-like hug. "Oh, my word! This is going to be such fun! I've never had a girl best friend before - only Tyler," Sofia said, leaning back into her seat after releasing Katherine. "With as much as he worries about his appearance, I'm pretty sure he counts as a girl anyway," Katherine said disdainfully. Sofia gasped a little and then laughed.

Even Alex was staring at me. I looked at them, noticing a few similarities like the color of their hair – dark brown and shocked expressions. I blinked, gulping and wondering if I asked something wrong. “Um, wine?” maybe the rich drink wine. Sofia was the first to regain, she smiled – a smile that brightened up her face. “I don’t think any of Alex’s girlfriends have ever asked me that before. They usually ask me to get them something since I am younger.” I stared at her acne free face. “How old are you?”

I am grateful for her encouragement. We talk about other things while we eat, and I force down as much as I can; since my appetite deserted me. But by the end of the dinner, Sofia and I are on our way to becoming friends and I can tell that this pleases Alex. I know she likes me, but is wary because of my involvement with her brother. I won’t do anything to jeopardize Alex’s happiness, and I know that Sofia makes her happy. When we bid each other goodnight, Sofia and I exchange contacts and promise to keep in touch. She probably wants to keep an eye on me, and I want to befriend her because of Alex.

I used the not yet to compose my face into something neutral, which should not have required composure and did anyway, which I noted privately and filed under things to examine later, specifically never. My teammate Sofía glided up beside me during my cooldown lap, which she always did when she had something to say and wanted the moving conversation to provide plausible deniability. Sofía was my closest friend on the figure skating team, a pairs skater from Miami who had opinions about everything and delivered them with the warmth of someone who wanted you to take the opinion seriously but not personally. "They're early again," she said. "Ten minutes," I confirmed. "Briggs is going to stand