She had no friends at her bus stop but once she got on the rowdy bus her best friend Charisma had saved her a seat. Charisma wasn't her real name. She had created it as her stage name and since it sounded better than Sheryl everyone indulged her.
Charisma plucked at Vanessa's hoodie and shook her head. "Girl, what are you wearing?" Charisma was always in make-up and her clothes were always perfect. She told Vanessa that she would never bee seen in public looking less than perfect and she generally achieved it. Charisma was light skinned and she wore micro braids that extended her hair until it flowed over her shoulders. She was petite and pretty and she knew how to act, sing and dance. The two girls had a dream of going to New York and sharing the rent on a small apartment while they made it big.