DEAR DIARY

Scene five.
Episode three.

   The coolness of the air conditioned room behind the door blasted against our skins as we pushed the glass doors open. I don't know if the man who stood there was the security man but he sure didn't seem interested in opening the door for us.
Karmsi had no trouble opening the door,she had the muscle for it but i struggled with the knob and pretended i had a masters degree at pushing big and strong doors.  My facade worked, i finally opened the door and joined  Karmsi by her side. I saw her inhale deeply and i smiled.  Long before Karmsi and i became best of friends i wondered if she ever stopped eating and the first time she slept over in my house, i couldn't sleep. I feared she would eat me up before any one else woke up. She wasn't a vampire or a zombie, she was a foodie and still is .  Sharing a box of pizza between the two of us was like giving free food to bergers on christmas day. Karmsi was excited even though she acted like she wasnt. Definitely scared of being teased for her food consuming addiction. No wonder she had that stomach! Large enough to swallow another Jonah.
We walked over to the counter and ordered Karmsi's favourite: barbeque chicken . The cute male attendant told us to take our seats and wait to be called on then he flashed us a smile that made me want to stand at the counter instead but Karmsi pointed to an empty space very close to the air conditioner and it reminded me of the space in Chicken republic.
" lets take a seat over there" she said
Such déjà vu ! What else was going to be a coincidence? A cold bottle of coke?  The bottle of coke i always take before every scene of another Abigail,the clumsy clown episode?
Just then Karmsi turned to the attendant.
"Can i get two bottles of coke for my coke loving bestfriend and i?"

DEAR DIARY

Scene four.
Episode three.

The silence lingered on but i knew he could hear my every thought. With every bite on my chicken,he grinned and threw me that look of admiration that made me almost bite off my own tongue. " see the way you are tearing the chicken, that chicken had a future. Who knows maybe he could have been the best Surgeon in the Aves kingdom " His joke almost made me choke and i feared i would make a total mess of myself but for the bottle of coke beside which i sipped to clear my throat. Give him the credit ,he was handsome and he was  funny. He was the total package.
We walked out of the eatery together and the heat struck our skin like evil arrows. I paused, scared to take another step forward for fear of being sunburned. It was the direct opposite of the seat in the eatery and i was glad i still had my cold half full bottle of coke with me. Prince hadn't taken his from the table ,obviously a way to impress me that he didn't care about a 'half empty' drink. Say he was forming for me but if you were in his shoes,i bet you would definitely do the same.  Being the best chicken in the world was a compliment and when he said it, it made me feel good about my body and myself but it also made one thing clear.

DEAR DIARY

She sat beside me and the mattress sank in like my heart did when she began to talk.  Don't get me wrong she didn't have bad breathe neither did her armpit smell but she called me clumsy and it sawed my heart into two.
The truth can never change from what it really is... Bitter even than the taste of your mouth when you drink water after eating a pineapple.  I frowned and listened on never missing a word obviously looking for something to take up and cause a fight but there was nothing. She was neutral,  didn't take my side because she held the title 'bestie' neither did she think Priscilla was right to slap me yet she didn't condemn her for her actions. "she 'was' a brat to slap you" karmsi has stressed the word 'was' so it didn't mean Priscilla is always a brat but she 'was' because she was angry.
It made sense.  It made me understand I wasn't the one who had to apologize neither was it Priscilla but the two of us.

DEAR DIARY

I stopped short and watched them. 
The popular instagram girls where back at it with the different poses to slay their followers again and it was a pleasure to be an eye witness. It was like giving a baby candy!
  My stomach churned again and my alter ego told me to go on my way but when I tried to move,  my feet wouldn't bulge. I was glued to the position, fascinated by their outfit and total awesomeness.
Anyone would imagine I hadn't seen another human before as I stood paralysed and stupefied. I shook away the urge to say Hello. I wanted to make myself invisible but I couldn't.
I was powerless against the force of my previous wish.