how i met my bff's

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                                                     How you make friends with chicken.

It was the beginning of year 7 and I was waiting in line for lunch with my mate from primary named Steffi. As were ordinary girls, we started talking about fit boys that walked past while we waited to be served. Infront of me stood a girl with insane red hair and deep brown eyes. Only from a distance it looked black. To me, she was one not to mess with, to the way she looked. But for Steffi, she was a normal kid like all the rest. 

  “Hi, umm this might be a silly question but are you from Congo “ asked Steffi stupidly.

  “Yes, I am, are you”? Answered the crazy looking girl.

  “Yeah I am, this is so cool. Thought i'd be the only girl from Congo around. Ha guess not. Oh, this Shalom and i'm Steffi. ” I shyly smiled at her. 

 “My name is Olivine but you can call me Ollie”

  “It’s nice to meet you”

  As I turned around to see that I was next in line to be served. I smelt the divine taste of chicken rising up my noise. i'd push anyone out the wall just to grab my damn chicken. Yes im that desperate. Can't blame me for my hunger.

 “Hey Steffi lets go, the chicken smells really nice”

 “Ok, I’ll be right there” Just then she turned around to face Ollie.

  “Hay Ollie, if you want, you can come and sit with us. “ She asked.

 “Oh thanks, I’d love to” replied Ollie.

 We sat down on the Third row back; eating chicken like there was no tomorrow.

 Five minutes just passed and already and i was full. To my surprise Oliie had finished at the same. Our plates were empty. Only bits of crumbles laid on the the gravy covered disaster.

As we exchanged looks at each other, slowly we started laughing, poor Steffi was still on her 4th chicken while we finished are 10th piece.

 “Wow this is nice to know someone that can finish chicken the same time as me” I said

 “True say”

 For a moment there I just blanked out, I shook my head and I asked her to repeat what she said

“I said true say”

My mind must of been playing tricks, as usual. I only shrugged it off.

“Hay, Steffi are you finished because I want to go outside”.

 “It’s ok you can go I’ll stay with Ollie and finsh my chickens”

  “If you says so, I’ll be outside if you need me.”

  As soon as I stood up they started talking in Congolese. I wasn't born or raised in Congo. So it was the right move to leave. Imagine sitting next to people that speak a language you don’t understand. An awkward feeling.

 I was outside watching Miclare and two other friends dancing on the table, when I spotted Ollie and Steffi coming out of the cafeteria. Steffi looked like she was licking the chicken sauce that was on her fingers, and Ollie was just next to her listening to music with her white ear phones.

 “You finally finished your chicken then.”  I said, with a grin on my face.

Ollie took her earphone out to reply