I don’t know why my parents bothered to name me Chavie. It’s as if I was born wearing a name tag reading: “Penina’s sister”, A Case of Mistaken Identity,I don’t know why my parents bothered to name me Chavie. It’s as if I was born wearing a name tag reading: “Penina’s sister”
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P enina’s sister can you come here?” I’m about to enter my classroom when three of Penina’s classmates quickly surround me.
I don’t know why my parents bothered to give me the name Chavie. It’s as if I was born wearing a name tag with big black letters reading: “Penina’s sister.” Not that I mind. I actually love Penina. She’s the most amazing compassionate kindhearted person. Her sleek golden hair is stylishly yet modestly cut and her uniform looks like it was tailor-made for her. Her graceful walk complements her sparkly sea-blue eyes which are like two captivating magnets. And it’s not only me who thinks that way. Her teachers friends and neighbors alike all drool over her hundred-watt smile. Oh and I forgot to mention that she’s the only one who actually remembers to call me by my real name. In fact I consider it an honor to be her sister.
“Where’s Penina? Why isn’t she in school today?” Baila asks.
“Yeah we’re missing her” chimes in Frizzy Hair. That’s the nickname I mentally dubbed this friend as I never got her name right.
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