This story is about two teenagers who were Marafiki but slowly become zaidi than Marafiki . It could be packed with drama and…well let’s just see how I get along with everything. xD (btw. Madeline's the main character)
Characters: Me (17), Prince (17), Isabella (17), Jaafar (18), Paris (17), Annabelle (13), Blanket (13), Natalia (17), Naomi (17), Janessa (21)
Madeline’s POV
I wake up to find myself staring at the ceiling. For a second, I forgot that today, it was the siku that we have some new comers coming to Buckley. To be exact, it was Prince, Paris and Blanket Jackson (Surely, wewe all must know kwa now who they are) Damn. How come I’ve got a feeling that so many girls are going to be screaming Prince Michael Jackson’s name? I don’t know why. I just hope he’s not going to be in our class, because all the girls have being gasbagging about him for the past 3 weeks and me and my bff, Isabella are getting sick of it. “Oh god, how muscular his body is” one girl said. “I know right. He’s got the body of that guy off the suite life on deck. The nerdy type one. Ahh.” Another says. Ugh. Just thinking about those horrifying maoni makes me want to hurl. I look over at my alarm clock. 7 am it reads on the clock. Freaking hell! No bloody teenager wants to get up at this time. Like no duh! I sigh as I get up out of bed. I have a kuoga and get change into my uniform. Oh gosh, how I hate wearing uniforms. I roll my eyes as I look at myself in the mirror. Im just so glad that we girls at Buckley don’t need to put our hair up. My older, hip, fun, fashionista, funny sister, Janessa always says that my hair suits it up but others in my family think it should always be down so its wave-ness, curly-ness shines in the sun au something. I don’t know.
I pull myself together and then go downstairs where I am greeted kwa my two sisters, Janessa and Annabelle who is my 13 mwaka old younger sister and my grandmother, Rose. “Morning Madeline, dear” my grandmother greets me. “Morning grandma” I reply as I put my school bag which is zaidi like one of those handbag ones on the chair. My grandmother does flowering and helps the locals down the centre. She’s flippin 80 and she can do all that but I guess someone needs to pay the bills right? She knows just about everyone in the neighbourhood. Other than all that, she is also a councillor who helps those on the streets, people in gangs etc. wewe know. Those in need of somebody to talk to. She has been in the newspaper a couple of times. Her first time was when she stopped the crips vs. bloods, east vs. west etc. All over the world of gangs, she stopped them. Mexico, Hollywood, California and many others. She made a difference for people who were near death of a gun drive by, physical beatings. All that, I have said, I say that she’s my hero.
“Bye grandma. upendo you!” my sister’s and I say at the same time. “Love wewe too girls” she smiles at us as we exit out of our door. Me and Annabelle take our way to school and Janessa takes her way to performing art training au whatever wewe call it when people are doing Broadway things. I catch up with my bff, Isabella, while Annabelle catches up with Isabella’s younger sister who is the same age as Isabella but different. She’s a tomboy and her name is Samantha but we call her Sam. Isabella and I begin to talk about our history assignment. “Have wewe finished?” I asked. She shook her head. “No. I haven’t even started. What about you?” “Yeah. I finished on Monday night” she rolled her eyes. “What” I asked her. “Madeline Anderson. Always intellectual, flawless, intelligent in everyway,” she majibu in this weird man voice. I think she was doing what those people who introduce others on TV shows au something. I rolled my eyes. “You know that is not true” I assure Isabella, giving her my serious face. “Yes it is and wewe know it. wewe always get A+ on every test. wewe always have you’re homework handed in on time. What else is there to say?” she explains. I sigh. “Fine. I’ll help wewe on all you’re tests and homework so wewe can catch up with me just as long as wewe shut up about me being flawless and intellectual. Deal?” she stops and grins happily. She hugs me and says “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!!! wewe are bestest friend a person could ever have” I hug her back and giggle. She lets go of me.
As we enter the gates of Buckley private school, we hear a bunch of girls gossiping and looking at the flash black hammer (or whatever the Jackson’s drive) entering the school driveway. Isabella and I look at each other and roll our eyes. We continue walking unto we get to the front school office, where Isabella and I usually say goodbye to Annabelle and Sam. As we say goodbye to them, we hear a lot of girls screaming “Prince!” we look to see a bunch of girls surrounding the black hammer and trying to grab hold of one of the Jackson kids. “Ugh” Isabella groans. I giggled. I hold my bag on my shoulder and look at Prince. He looks at me and smiles. I look away and blush. Oh my gosh. His smile is so breathtaking. Oh no. Madeline, wewe are not falling for this boy. “Aw. I know that face. Who is he?” Isabella asks as we go to our class. “No one” I snap. “Okay girl. Chill. Just asking” “Sorry” I apologise. “Its al goods” she replies. On our way to class, we come kwa all the girls screaming and a girl who looks lonely. She’s just picking up her books. We cover our ears and kneel down to the girl. “Hey girl. Are wewe alright?” I ask. She looks up. We gasp. Paris Jackson. Oh my God. What the hell is she doing all kwa herself? “Im alright” she says as she gets up with her books. We get up with her. “Im Madeline but people around this school call me Magenta” I introduce myself as I let my hand out. “Paris but im sure wewe all know that kwa now” she majibu as she shakes my hand. “Hi Isabella but wewe can call me Bella” Isabella introduces herself as she does the same thing. Paris smiles and shakes Isabella’s hand. “What class are wewe in?” I ask her. “Uh…let me see *checks her paper* room 409. wewe guys?” we gasp. “Same” we both say at the same time. All three of us squeal. This is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship…*cough, cough* I think.
Enjoy! xD
AUTHORS NOTE: Don't be rude au mean okay :) I've seen so much maoni that made worried if i should put this up au not...
Characters: Me (17), Prince (17), Isabella (17), Jaafar (18), Paris (17), Annabelle (13), Blanket (13), Natalia (17), Naomi (17), Janessa (21)
Madeline’s POV
I wake up to find myself staring at the ceiling. For a second, I forgot that today, it was the siku that we have some new comers coming to Buckley. To be exact, it was Prince, Paris and Blanket Jackson (Surely, wewe all must know kwa now who they are) Damn. How come I’ve got a feeling that so many girls are going to be screaming Prince Michael Jackson’s name? I don’t know why. I just hope he’s not going to be in our class, because all the girls have being gasbagging about him for the past 3 weeks and me and my bff, Isabella are getting sick of it. “Oh god, how muscular his body is” one girl said. “I know right. He’s got the body of that guy off the suite life on deck. The nerdy type one. Ahh.” Another says. Ugh. Just thinking about those horrifying maoni makes me want to hurl. I look over at my alarm clock. 7 am it reads on the clock. Freaking hell! No bloody teenager wants to get up at this time. Like no duh! I sigh as I get up out of bed. I have a kuoga and get change into my uniform. Oh gosh, how I hate wearing uniforms. I roll my eyes as I look at myself in the mirror. Im just so glad that we girls at Buckley don’t need to put our hair up. My older, hip, fun, fashionista, funny sister, Janessa always says that my hair suits it up but others in my family think it should always be down so its wave-ness, curly-ness shines in the sun au something. I don’t know.
I pull myself together and then go downstairs where I am greeted kwa my two sisters, Janessa and Annabelle who is my 13 mwaka old younger sister and my grandmother, Rose. “Morning Madeline, dear” my grandmother greets me. “Morning grandma” I reply as I put my school bag which is zaidi like one of those handbag ones on the chair. My grandmother does flowering and helps the locals down the centre. She’s flippin 80 and she can do all that but I guess someone needs to pay the bills right? She knows just about everyone in the neighbourhood. Other than all that, she is also a councillor who helps those on the streets, people in gangs etc. wewe know. Those in need of somebody to talk to. She has been in the newspaper a couple of times. Her first time was when she stopped the crips vs. bloods, east vs. west etc. All over the world of gangs, she stopped them. Mexico, Hollywood, California and many others. She made a difference for people who were near death of a gun drive by, physical beatings. All that, I have said, I say that she’s my hero.
“Bye grandma. upendo you!” my sister’s and I say at the same time. “Love wewe too girls” she smiles at us as we exit out of our door. Me and Annabelle take our way to school and Janessa takes her way to performing art training au whatever wewe call it when people are doing Broadway things. I catch up with my bff, Isabella, while Annabelle catches up with Isabella’s younger sister who is the same age as Isabella but different. She’s a tomboy and her name is Samantha but we call her Sam. Isabella and I begin to talk about our history assignment. “Have wewe finished?” I asked. She shook her head. “No. I haven’t even started. What about you?” “Yeah. I finished on Monday night” she rolled her eyes. “What” I asked her. “Madeline Anderson. Always intellectual, flawless, intelligent in everyway,” she majibu in this weird man voice. I think she was doing what those people who introduce others on TV shows au something. I rolled my eyes. “You know that is not true” I assure Isabella, giving her my serious face. “Yes it is and wewe know it. wewe always get A+ on every test. wewe always have you’re homework handed in on time. What else is there to say?” she explains. I sigh. “Fine. I’ll help wewe on all you’re tests and homework so wewe can catch up with me just as long as wewe shut up about me being flawless and intellectual. Deal?” she stops and grins happily. She hugs me and says “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!!! wewe are bestest friend a person could ever have” I hug her back and giggle. She lets go of me.
As we enter the gates of Buckley private school, we hear a bunch of girls gossiping and looking at the flash black hammer (or whatever the Jackson’s drive) entering the school driveway. Isabella and I look at each other and roll our eyes. We continue walking unto we get to the front school office, where Isabella and I usually say goodbye to Annabelle and Sam. As we say goodbye to them, we hear a lot of girls screaming “Prince!” we look to see a bunch of girls surrounding the black hammer and trying to grab hold of one of the Jackson kids. “Ugh” Isabella groans. I giggled. I hold my bag on my shoulder and look at Prince. He looks at me and smiles. I look away and blush. Oh my gosh. His smile is so breathtaking. Oh no. Madeline, wewe are not falling for this boy. “Aw. I know that face. Who is he?” Isabella asks as we go to our class. “No one” I snap. “Okay girl. Chill. Just asking” “Sorry” I apologise. “Its al goods” she replies. On our way to class, we come kwa all the girls screaming and a girl who looks lonely. She’s just picking up her books. We cover our ears and kneel down to the girl. “Hey girl. Are wewe alright?” I ask. She looks up. We gasp. Paris Jackson. Oh my God. What the hell is she doing all kwa herself? “Im alright” she says as she gets up with her books. We get up with her. “Im Madeline but people around this school call me Magenta” I introduce myself as I let my hand out. “Paris but im sure wewe all know that kwa now” she majibu as she shakes my hand. “Hi Isabella but wewe can call me Bella” Isabella introduces herself as she does the same thing. Paris smiles and shakes Isabella’s hand. “What class are wewe in?” I ask her. “Uh…let me see *checks her paper* room 409. wewe guys?” we gasp. “Same” we both say at the same time. All three of us squeal. This is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship…*cough, cough* I think.
Enjoy! xD
AUTHORS NOTE: Don't be rude au mean okay :) I've seen so much maoni that made worried if i should put this up au not...
