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Ifechi had kicked it off with her new online friend.
"Can you hear me, I think the signal got caught off at your end" the white girl spoke, it was their first video meeting after texting each other for the past week.
They'd met on her prospective college's website. 
Britney was a junior at MIT, a bona fide member of the student union committee, pretty blonde with green eyes that Ifechi thought were intimidating when she first saw her picture. She'd been shaky when sending the first message on her profile, debating whether or not to skip it and just do the application on her own. But she knew an existing student would be of great help, especially one who is in the same field with her, so shoving aside her fear, she sent the first WhatsApp message.
'Hi, my name is Ifechi Okereke Stephanie but you can call me Stephanie, I'm applying to MIT from Nigeria and I got your number from the school's website. I hope you don't mind? I'd love to connect with you'
To which she replied:
'Oh my...sure yes, I'd love to connect with you, tell me all about yourself, can I see a picture too. It's great meeting you Steph from Nigeria, I hope we become good friends'
Ifechi almost jumped when she got the reply some days after, she scanned the entire message over and over again, her shortened nickname making her blush. Since then she had been of great help on her application. They'd texted for a few days, Ifechi filled her in on her application progress- she'd read the full guidelines, completed her profile, started working on her common app essay, and all that was left was the SAT, which was less than a month away. 
But Britney was more than a college application assistant to Ifechi, she'd told her a lot of things- from how she'd gotten waitlisted for half a month- the worse two weeks of her entire life, to her snobby freshman roommate who was distant cousins with the Obamas, the first time she got locked outside her dorm room, to her recent fight with her highschool sweetheart turned college boyfriend. She told Ifechi of all the exciting college events, her internship at Microsoft, and all the exclusive STEM events she'd promised to get her into. 
Ifechi enjoyed their conversations, she sometimes reread them when she wasn't online. It gave her non-romantic butterflies, the hopes and thrills that awaited her at MIT. Perhaps she was dreaming too high and too quickly. Afterall, she hadn't even finished her application, but that fantasy side of her overshadowed reality and she wasn't ready to give it up. 
To top it all, Britney had many admirable qualities- she was super smart (a 3.9), had great humour, played the clarinet, was a two-time regional gymnastics gold medalist, and had a black belt in Judo.
"To be totally honest with you, I'm only doing this to get to be pres next year, I think you're a great person and I'd love to help out, but I just needed you to know that" she said, making Ifechi smile awkwardly. She forgot one more quality- Britney was honest to a fault.
"It's okay"
"Really? I thought about it throughout last night and it felt like I was using you"
"Nah it's cool" Ifechi said in her slightly polished accent. To her, if anyone was being used, it was Britney who was sacrificing close to an hour a day to talk to a random stranger that she met on the internet.
"Great!" She chirped. "That's why I like you, you're so chill and laid-back, I can't wait to see you at MIT"
Ifechi gave a genuine smile.