CHRISTAL
“Christal, come over here!” My best friend, Lola, called from one of the tables in the cafeteria where she sat with other two boys. It was lunchtime and it couldn’t have come fast enough. My stomach had been growling the entire morning. Skipping breakfast to rush into my classroom was a terrible idea.
“Hi! What’s for lunch today?” I asked, putting my bag on the bench, not paying attention to the boy next to it as we both headed towards the line.
“I heard they had American food today. I can’t wait to have burgers!” She squealed as if eating American food was the most exhilarating thing in the world. For me, it was just normal, of course I have lived there for ten years of my life, five in which my mother stuffed us with junk food everyday.
As we waited, tray in our hands, sh
