The day slowly drug on Math, English, and
finally lunch. Lunch is one of my favorite times of the day.
The art teacher lets me eat in her room
because of what the football players
have previously done to me while we in the lunch room together.
I got my lunch from my locker; I always pack my lunch because I don’t want to eat the slop that they call food being served in the cafeteria.
Once I had my lunch I went upstairs to the art room. I opened the doors and was greeted by the art teacher
"Hi, Marcel how are you today?" "I'm good" I replied to her.
I didn’t stutter around her because she was like a second mother to me.
"Oh Marcel, I forgot to tell you (y/f/n) (y/l/n) is coming up here during lunch to eat and finish her art project, I hope that’s alright with you."
The thing is I wasn’t ok with that but I just nodded my head and smiled because I did not want to be rude.
