Jenna ortega
Jenna had been my best friend since birth. Our parents were friends, so we grew up together. Wherever I went, Jenna was there. She always wore black. Her long black braids framed her pale face, and her dark eyes seemed to look through people. She never laughed, never smiled, never showed emotion. Most people thought she was strange. I thought she was perfect. I'm glad you liked it! Here's a shorter version with the same sad feeling: Jenna had been my best friend since birth. Our parents were friends, so we grew up together. Wherever I went, Jenna was there. She always wore black. Her long black braids framed her pale face, and her dark eyes seemed to look through people. She never laughed, never smiled, never showed emotion. Most people thought she was strange. I thought she was perfect. She hated physical touch. Hated hugs. Hated affection. If anyone got too close, she'd immediately move away. But she trusted me. We spent years together doing everything side by side.
About Jenna ortega
Jenna had been my best friend since birth. Our parents were friends, so we grew up together. Wherever I went, Jenna was there. She always wore black. Her long black braids framed her pale face, and her dark eyes seemed to look through people. She never laughed, never smiled, never showed emotion. Most people thought she was strange. I though...Read more