Lunch Time

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The first few periods went by like they usually do. "Welcome back" and "Nice to see you again" being said from all of our teachers over and over and over again. I stand in the lunch line. Oh boy, I'm starving from all of this. My usual lunch is whatever good thing they have. Pizza, French fries, you know. 

I walk to the table I sat at almost every day last year. On the way, I pass some of the other Bear's tables. The first table being the one unicorn bear gossips and giggles with her friends at about "hair" and "lip gloss" and all that garbage. The second table is where all the popular kids sit. The third table is where all the idiots that mock and throw food at people are. Basically fool bear and his annoying friends.

"Hey, look at that loser over there with his baby carrots! What are you, 3?" One of them says while I'm eating my lunch while walking. I notice fool bear kick him in the leg. "Shut up, will you?" 

"Hey, notice you're a literal CLOWN?" His friend says. "No, I'm not! There's a difference between jesters and clowns!" 

I can't let this go on forever. I grabbed an empty bottle of water, chucked it at one of his idiotic friends, then ran away as fast as I could before they noticed who threw it.

I sit down at my table and find Bob sitting in front of me. He sits there for a solid minute, but then he faceplants into his tray of food (which was a single slice of pizza and nothing else) and proceeds to cry his eyes out. 

"Hey Bob, what's wrong?" I ask. "Those stupid fucking kids took my lunch again and I had to rummage through the trash can while they threw snack wrappers and chip bags at me!!" He cries even more.

"Well, don't worry," I say. "You can have this." I give him my bottle of chocolate milk I was saving for later. He looks up in shock.

"This, for me?" He asks, surprised even anyone would give him this much generosity. "I.." He bursts into tears of joy. 

"You're welcome!" I say. "If they do that to you anymore, just tell me, alright?" 

We spend the rest of lunch talking and laughing together until the bell rings.

Looks like I made someone's day.

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