I was in the back
of the line waiting to devour the worm like noodles. The taste was on the tip of my tongue. Sahara and I walked outside with our steaming bowl of
noodles. I picked up my chopsticks and started awkwardly picking up noodles. Sahara struggled with the chopsticks really badly. So I
had an idea. With her mouth wide open I tipped the noodles into her mouth, just
as nikita took a photo.
Spicy after taste
started forming in my mouth. I loved it. I decided I had to go back for
seconds. Sahara got confused with the
chopsticks again. So I poured the kimchi ramen in to her mouth. It looked
exciting. So I did it. The kimchi ramen went all over my face and shoulder, so
it looked like baby spew.
Sahara
and I wanted thirds but the deal was dishes and thirds or nothing at all. It’s
kind of obvious what we picked. So for the next 5 minutes we were eating
noodles. Then washing dirty bowls, we got bored. So we made up a song. It was
crazy fun. The pot for a drum and chopsticks for drumsticks. Then Mr. Logan
walked in and we all went quiet.
Kimchi ramen was an experience nobody could ever forget. Then the bell
rang and I forgot about it and went to demolish my lunch. But after lunch the
smell wafted through the hall and I remembered.
By Anna.