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tried to push up on Kenya. Later on when she would ask him how come he ain’t say shit, he would make up excuses and try to play that shit off like he wasn’t low-key terrified of getting his ass handed to him on a platter. Kenya started to think, Why isn’t he just honest with me and himself and speak the truth? He could have just simply said, “Damn, baby, you know I ain’t say shit back to them cats ’cause I’m a coward and was scared that nigga was gonna chin check me.”
    She almost fell on the floor from laughing so hard at the sheer thought. Tears were rolling down her cheeks from thinking about that entire crazy scenario playing itself out. He’d call back tomorrow, begging as usual. He always did. “Different day, same idiot,” she said out loud. When she finally looked up, Kenya saw her sister looking at her, shaking her head.
    â€œI hope that you’re still laughing when you get your grades at the end of this semester,” nagged London in a maternal tone.
    Kenya opted not to let her sister in on the joke she found so hilarious. “Yes, Mom, I got you. I’m about to hit the books now.”

    The school year seemed to drag on for what seemed like forever and a day. Ironically both girls were growing bored with school and what it had to offer. London, the smartest book-wise, had received the highest GPA semester after semester. She was top of her class in every honor class they offered and that still was not enough to challenge her brain. The devoted scholar often let her mind roam about what the next year would be about and how college campus life would be. London was more than ready to graduate and leave for the university of her choice on a full scholarship. Most of her teachers were incompetent in her eyes and were going to be happy to see her cross that stage. London had this thing for correcting the teachers so much they should have paid her to teach the class. There was no question, hands down, as to who the valedictorian would be that school year: Ms. Amia London Roberts.
    Meanwhile, on the other hand, Ms. Amoya Kenya Roberts was also making a name for herself at Central High School. Of course, the self-proclaimed diva was named both homecoming queen and prom queen. That was expected because she was always fly and sociable with her peers. Not to mention after all the flirting she did, every boy at school voted for her, hoping for a date or at least the attention she gave them during the election process. Kenya was also voted “class smile,” “class legs,” “class body,” and what shocked even Kenya was that she, not her academically industrious twin London, was voted most likely to succeed! However, the question that swam in London’s mind was, Succeed at what?

Chapter Five
Farewells
    Graduation day had finally arrived and both of the girls were dressed to kill. The girls’ uncle had taken both of them on a shopping spree to New York to get them gear to look perfect for their special day. The twins respectfully had on pink Armani tailored cut suits. The buttons were gold and trimmed in the same pink that was in the fabric. They each had open-toed gator sandals with a small heel on them. London and Kenya, for the first time since they were small children, wore their hair in the exact same style. It was in a French roll tightly tucked with soft sandy-brown curls cascading down across the sides of their faces. Each had also gotten their nails manicured and a pedicure the day before.
    Gran, proud as any grandmother could be, had let them sleep in an extra thirty minutes while she made them a breakfast fit for a queen. Lovingly, she helped London get dressed and ready, and tried her best to keep an always-hyper Kenya still. The girls then left Gran at home to get herself together for one of the biggest days of all of their lives.
    â€œI love you two very, very much and I’ll see you at the school. I’m proud of