'CHIPS' Short Story #1

Chips


     Once upon a time there was a little girl, who was called Rachel, who felt that all the food she had on her plate belonged just to her. She wouldn't share any of it with anyone even when they asked nicely. She like chips best of all, guarded them jealously and ate them last just so she would remember them best.
     Every day at school dinner time she sat with her four friends and when they had eaten they would go and play together until it was time for lessons again. They did the same every school day.
     There was also a little boy at the school. Well, actually, there were many, but only this boy matters because he had taken a liking to Rachel. His name was Louis. He pronounced his name with a hiss at the end rather than an 'ee' because he wasn't French. It doesn’t matter much why he liked Rachel, to be honest there was no obvious reason to do so, what's important is that because he did he decided that he was going to make friends with her.
     This was a difficult thing to do because the Rachel and her friends didn’t want him to join in with any of the games they were playing. After a while he retired to sit on his own under a tree in the playground so that he could examine the large bruise that they had given him. This gift, they felt, would remind him that he shouldn't try to join in with their games in the future.
     He used the time examining his new bruise to think of another way in which he could make friends. It is worth saying at this point that not only was he a very determined boy but that he also felt that his friendship was a gift worth offering; in fact nobody had turned him down before.
     In the next lesson he put his new plan into action. He picked up his chair and, limping slightly, put it next to Rachel's and sat down. He managed to stay there for a whole two minutes before the teacher heard Rachel yelling and saw him struggling and made him move back to his normal table. They were the best minutes of his life so far, but he still hadn’t managed to make friends.
     He was very sad about this and for the rest of the week tried really hard to think of another plan. As it happened the new idea lay in wait for him to discover at the weekend, he just had to wait to get it.
     This happened during Sunday lunch, for which his dad made roast chicken with Yorkshire puddings, roasted potatoes and parsnips, boiled carrots and gravy. From the happy noises and the friendly chatter in the living room he could tell that his family were enjoying it, and he thought; if food could make his family happy then maybe it would make Rachel happy too.
     Therefore, on Monday at lunchtime he sat with his packed lunch as near to her as he dared to where Rachel and her four friends sat together. He was encouraged with his plan when he noticed how much less she bit and scratched when her mouth was full of food, but he wasn’t brave enough to try to talk to her right then.
     At Tuesday lunchtime he sat closer again. This time he gave to the friend of Rachel who was sitting closest to him half of his lunchtime chocolate bar. That little girl accepted it greedily.
     On Wednesday, he gave the same girl half of his chocolate bar, and to the girl sitting opposite her he gave the other half.
     On Thursday, he broke the chocolate bar into four pieces and shared them out between all of Rachel's friends. However, he despaired about what he was going to do on Friday because he didn't think the chocolate would break very generously into five pieces and his plan depended on Rachel having a really big bit of chocolate, and at the same time he didn't want her friends to feel left out because he was afraid they would give him more bruises if they did. 
      Therefore that evening he asked his mum if he could have an extra bar of chocolate in his packed lunch instead of crisps. She said that that would be fine and he began to feel more confident in his plan again.
     On Friday school was always fish and chips. It was Rachel's favourite meal and she looked forward to it all week, particularly the chips.
     Louis sat down and opened up his packed lunch. He broke up one of the bars that his mother had dutifully packed for him into the four waiting palms of Rachel's friends, but he kept the other bar back to give to her. He didn't keep a single bit for himself but he didn’t mind that because he was sure that his plan would work this time.
     Smiling a big friendly and confident smile he got out of his seat and walked around to where Rachel sat, sure that now she would be his, just like all her friends already were. But as he deposited the chocolate bar next to her plate she swiftly stabbed him in the back of his hand with her fork, and screamed at the top of her voice, “Leave my chips alone!”
     In this way not only did Louis learn that not everyone's friendship can be bought, even when all their friends have already been successfully purchased, but that sometimes it is a very good idea to take 'no' for an answer.
      As a result he never bothered her again. Rachel was given a plastic fork to eat her chips with, and since the only thing she had wanted all along was to enjoy her chips in peace, she was happy enough with that.