Pink Starburst

Remember when I mentioned that ridiculously smart friend of mine who has her whole life figured out and has a 4.16 GPA and I made her sound like a pretentious snob? Well she is. (Kidding!) She is actually a ridiculously silly and lovely person. When I first moved here her and her best friend adopted me into their little group of silliness and sat on me like momma birds and helped me grow into the wonderfully mentally erratic person that I am today. Thanks for that guys, I owe you one!
There are three major milestones that I look back on with the fondest memory as I recall the development of our friendship.

1) On my very first day in the school I sat down in a class called ‘Physical Science’ which I knew I would hate because I hate physics and I suck at science. These two friendly, albeit over excited and a little frightening girls invited me to sit next to them. Happy for the fast friendship I quickly obliged. My little derrière had barely touched the hard plastic of the seat when the blond, and quirkier one, turned to me and said: “You just moved here from Holland right? Is Holland where they yodel?” No, in fact, Switzerland would be where they yodel, if the do still yodel in Switzerland, and I told her as much but she never quite gave up on the hope of me one day serenading her with my Hollish yodelling capabilities. I am afraid I have disappointed her.


2) Sitting at a table in the lunch room for no apparent reason I turned to my new friends and verbally assaulted them by accusing them of being “Blonde! And Autistic! What’s wrong with you people?!!” according to their recollection I then stormed out of the cafeteria and didn’t speak a word to them for the rest of the day. This is when they knew we would be friends. (I might not have mentioned before hand but I am socially awkward and therefore find it difficult to make friends at times… with this kind of introduction I really can’t imagine why…)


3) The third, and most prominent event is isolated to the afore mentioned ‘blonde one’ (who also happens to be the crazy smart one). We were in the school gym, witnessing an International Volleyball tournament which our school was hosting. I should mention that there were numerous cute boys present for this particular happening. I cannot for the life of me remember how, but I found myself with a single pink starburst in my hand. There I was, innocently moseying along the sidelines of the volleyball court (there was no game being played at that moment, or things might have gone very differently) thinking to myself “Someone gave me a pink starburst. I don’t remember how I got this but the pink are the best kind. Someone must like me!” As I came to this happy realisation I began to unwrap the joyous starburst to enter it into my eager mouth. The next thing I knew a mass of blonde hair and limbs was rushing at me from the other side of the court. In retrospect I probably should have shoved the candy in my mouth then and been done with it but, not knowing her as I do now and frozen to the spot in fear I stood there as this new acquaintance of mine slide tackled me to the floor, wrestled the starburst out of my hands, shoved it in her mouth and ran away. That girl must have had the nose of a blood hound because I had only peeled back one corner of the wrapping. I lay on the ground for a moment, dazed and confused thinking ‘Does this mean we’re friends now?’ We have been best friends ever since. Here I would like to add that she has since replaced the starburst in an act of sincere friendship (which was reassuring after the introduction I had to our so-called friendship). Mind you she took three years to think to give me back that starburst, but it’s the thought that counts.