Challenge 33: BFF :D

205. Describe how you met your best friend

As I stood under the weak sun of early August with my father, I saw this tall, lanky girl, hair braided messily walking down with a Tibetan woman who looked some-what familiar to me. I could tell they were Tibetan, as the woman wore the national dress, chhuba, and they were having a rather dull conversation as they walking down the dorm ramp towards us. The woman greeted my father, and just smiled at me and I reciprocated in a similar manner to both her and the girl behind, who took no interest in my smile and (kind of) just ignored me.

My father and I walked up the ramp to my dorm, Edgehill, and told me that that girl was in my grade. Throughout the walk up, I let my imagination run wild as I thought of her being a mean and obnoxious due to her response to my smile. Her height didn’t really help either, as my head just barely made it above her shoulders.

Once we reached Edgehill, my father made my bed for me as I started taking out my clothes to put into the cupboard. I noticed that that girl had already settled in. The next encounter I had with that girl was in the process of unpacking. It had been an hour or two since our first meeting, and this time she entered the room and just sat on her bed. My father asked her a few questions, but she made little effort in talking back, and “I’m very shy and quiet” was written all over her face. First thing I found that we had in common, feeling awkward to talk to strangers, especially parents.

Later on that evening, as I said goodbye to my father, and tears welled up in my eyes, this girl comforted me and told me that her mother couldn’t come to drop her and that everything was going to be okay. It was a bit weird for someone my own age telling me something like that, nevertheless, it was comforting. We spent the rest of the evening talking about family and friends and played with toys. At night, it was my turn to comfort her as she cried into her pillow.

In those few hours, I knew we would get along. *(Besides, there was no other girl in second grade that lived in dorms, so I had to make do with her.)

*lol. That’s just for “that” girl to read*