Chapter 1-I'm hungry

"Hey," Abbie Let's go out for a break. I'm hungry," yelled Kezia. "I'm coming; just wait for a second. Let me pack my books into my bag; it won't take long"!!!!! I shouted back. Yeah, I'm Abigail, but you can call me Abbie. I'm an African, and I attend, oh, wait, still attend, one of the good schools in my community. I guess... I and my childhood friend Kezia are going to buy lunch because we're both hungry. We ran here just to get here on time. What a bummer, but what else can we do? We needed the tuition. Half of my classmates, not friends, attended, and it was fun, but we all will be going for a tuition break tomorrow... "Kezia Where are you? I'm done". I yelled. "I'm here, so chill." She rolled her eyes. I can't believe we will finally have some time off after all this studying and stuff. "Have you heard?" Kezia asked annoyingly. "what"? I responded. "I heard the girl from the northern region; what's her name again?" she asked excitedly. "It's Conseleta"... I answered her, feeling confused. "Yeah, she carried on with her news. "That girl, she's dating some guy in our class". "Okay, how is that supposed to be my business". I frowned, not liking where the conversation was going. "I don't care", I responded harshly. I stared at Kezia, feeling defeated. Why? You ask, "Well, Kezia is a sweet soul, like a really sweet soul, but at times she can be a bit too much". While she kept talking, we met up with the gang and went out of the school to buy food, and it domed on me. "So, I'm finally going to be a senior. Everyone is dating and stuff, and I'm here doing exactly what I kept staring at my friends, and I realized we all looked like 6th-grade kids—again, 6th grade, to be exact. I guess that's why mature guys never find me attractive, and I'm not even pretty. Maybe it's because I frown a lot, but don't judge me; it just feels comfortable doing it, plus my favorite anime characters do it. "Yo, Abigail! Abigail! HEY!" She shouted, and that girl dared to pinch me. "OUCH!!!!!" I cringed annoyingly. "What did you do that for", I asked, waiting for a good answer; otherwise, I'd declare war upon this girl, and believe me, it wouldn't be pretty. "You weren't listening to us," Vanessa restored, and I frowned. "Yes, I was". I defended myself proudly then. "What did I say then?" She asked with the stupidest expression plastered on her face. Oh, men, this girl can be unbearable sometimes. Okay, you got me. I raised my hands in the air, letting the gang know I had surrendered. Fast forward to me sitting at home wondering...thinking actually about nothing in particular, then an idea popped into my head: I need a hobby. I thought, expect from playing the guitar, singing, and maybe drawing and dancing. I needed something new, something out of my normal.