By the time the sun had set I was already excited to eat. I was honestly starved, and I was only getting hungrier. I knew that this pain would not pass. It was here to stay.
I thought of all the times I ate food and hardly appreciated it. Why had I been flippant with my chewing!
"Where are you going?" Asks my mother as I pass the living room.
"I'm going to find a meal mother!" I declare.
"Oh- didn't you like the dinner I made for you?"
"I did not." I say. "It was, NOT SO TASTY!"
My mother looks down at the sweater she is knitting. "Well put it in the fridge and maybe you can have it tomorrow-."
"Not possible, mum!" I say, tying my shoes. "It's already made its way into the trash!"
"Goodbye, mum!" I shout over my shoulder as I open the door.
"Goodbye son! Be safe!"
At the end of our walk way I turn right and head up the side walk. I light a cigarette and puff on it with slanted eyes and raised eyebrows. I am very cool in this neighbourhood. People know me.
Suddenly a car pulls up alongside the curb. It's small and blue. A man is leaning over in his seat to look at me. "Humber!" He shouts, a grin spreading across his greasy face.
"Hello Teach." I respond without looking. "How's my English report looking?"
"Well you'll have to wait till Friday to find out, won't you?"
"Haha, whatever Teach."
"Where are you going at this hour, son?"
"Getting some food, aren't I?"
"Hasn't your mum fixed you something?"
"It tastes like a dog's rear end, Teach. I'm just trynna stay healthy, you understand."
"Well perhaps I can give you a lift? It's not safe at his hour, son."
"Ya alright, you gotta a radio?" I ask as I open the door and get in.
"Yes, I do- are you a fan of music?"
I ignore my teacher and turn the knob to my favourite Bangladeshi music station. Then I turn up the volume.
"Interesting taste you have, son!" He says, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Where would you like to be dropped off?"
"KFC, it's at the next lights."
I hang my arm out the window and drum my fingers on the outside of the door. My stomach is howling with hunger.
"Pardon me, son," begins the teacher. "But would you mind if I joined you? I'm quite hungry myself!"
"Aw, are you serious?"
"If you don't mind, that is."
I sit in silence for a moment and think. Suddenly I say, "Give me a B on my paper and I'll allow it."
"Done!" Cheers the teacher, looking over at me with a broad grin. "Just splendid!"
We arrive at the lights. The KFC is situated on the right corner across the street.
Once the lights turn green the teacher steps on the gas with excitement and blasts towards the parking lot entrance.
"Mmm, I think I'm beginning to smell the chicken, eh son?"
I ignore him. "Pull up close to the entrance so we don't have to walk."
"Good thinking, son!"
Once the car comes to a halt I immediately unbuckle and let myself out the car. I don't wait for my teacher as walk I towards the building.
"I'll be there shortly!" Hollers the teacher. The air conditioning is a pleasant surprise as I open the door. I walk to a booth by the window and sit. The teacher is quick to follow.
He sits next to me instead of across.
"Why can't you sit over there?" I ask, pointing to the other side.
"I'm not very good with eye contact, son!" Chuckles the teacher. "But let's not let that ruin our supper! Pick whatever you'd like off the menu! Tonight it's on me!"