Jenna ortega
Jenna had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Our parents had been friends long before we were born, so from the very beginning, it felt like our lives were woven together. We grew up side by side, like two halves of the same story. We went to the same school, sat in the same classroom, and shared the same lunch table every day. We swapped snacks without asking, borrowed each other's hoodies whenever we felt like it, and somehow always ended up laughing at things nobody else understood. Both of us came from big, noisy families filled with siblings, but no matter how much we loved them, we always chose each other first. Whenever our families went somewhere—birthday parties, family gatherings, vacations, festivals, or even simple trips to the grocery store—you could almost guarantee we'd be together. If I looked around and couldn't find Jenna, something felt missing. And if she couldn't find me, she'd immediately start searching until she did.
About Jenna ortega
Jenna had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Our parents had been friends long before we were born, so from the very beginning, it felt like our lives were woven together. We grew up side by side, like two halves of the same story. We went to the same school, sat in the same classroom, and shared the same lunch table every da...Read more