Answer:
ight bet
Explanation:
Jess Walker looked at the smart phone in her hands and felt irritable.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved industrial Chicago with its puny, panicky parks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel irritable.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kayla Smith. Kayla was a two faced devil in disguise with ginger hair and a pretty face.
Jess gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a small, kind, beer drinker with skinny arms and plump cheeks. Her friends saw her as an adventurous, alive angel. Once, she had even helped a police officer cross the road.
But not even a person who had once helped a police officer cross the road, was prepared for what Kayla had in store today.
The rain hammered like skipping cow, making Jess angry.
As Jess stepped outside and Kayla came closer, she could see the greasy smile on her face.
Kayla glared with all the wrath of a rude clumsy cat. She said, in hushed tones, "I hate you."
Jess looked back, even more angry and still fingering the sharp smart phone. "Kayla, get out of my house," she replied.
They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two dull, damaged dog running at a very optimistic party, which had R & B music playing in the background and two understanding uncles walking to the beat.
Jess regarded Kayla's ginger hair and pretty face. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jess with a delighted grin.
Kayla looked cross, her emotions blushing like a knotty, knowing knife.
Then Kayla came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END
