Laura was jumping up and down all excited as we made our way outside to the awaiting taxis while I remained a drab weed suffering from jet leg massaging my neck and shoulders. I was in need of a hot bath, a warm meal and a good nights rest maybe then I will be in better spirits.
I stood quietly admiring Laura as she read a map plucking out a pocket size French dictionary from her suitcase pocket rehearsing a few french words she had learnt from Jain her private french tutor. Laura and I are different in so many ways it's astonishing to see our friendship has lasted this long, four years to be precise.
Laura besides been immensely wealthy she was also exceptionally gorgeous and dynamic. Strawberry blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders, voluptuous curves hidden underneath her pink and white floral knee high dress with matching boots.
Besides been beautiful Laura is funny, extroverted, charismatic and bright all the right ingredients for popularity at UCLA while I Katie Williams has only been deem as pretty by the college fart boys.
My thick jet black hair combed in a loose ponytail, my petite physical structure concealed under far too many clothing with a personality that is totally different from Laura's. I was conscientious, introverted, bashful and reserved.