Lunch is the worst. The second I walked into the lunch room every one stared at me. Then, they turned their chairs to look away from me and began whispering. Great, so now I’ll be one of those girls that everyone knows, not by popularity, of course, but by rumors.
Then, I notice him. Kazuo is sitting near the back and seems to not have noticed my “entrance”, not like that's a bad thing.
I begin to head towards him just as an apple hits me in the back of my head. “Oww! Shi-” I cut my self off quickly, if one of the teachers hear me cuss, I’ll surely get in big trouble.
Just as my hands jolt to my head the lunch room erupts into laughter. Again, my day couldn’t get any worst.
Have you ever thought what it feels like to be hit by an apple? Of course not, but I can tell you it hurts! This wasn’t just a core of an apple and it wasn’t thrown by someone weak either. I can feel my head throbbing!
“Aw, look she’s gonna cry!” calls out one student. My face turns redder than before; I can’t breath. Yes, my head hurts, but my heart hurts worse. My fist clinch and just as before I dart out of the lunch room.
After darting down the hall, I start for the bathroom but then stop my self. I know better than that, the other girls will probably come and harass me if I go in there. I run down the hall farther, I noticed a janitors closet that was unlocked down near my Biology class. I quickly enter it making sure no one sees me.
I hope Yoshi is having a better time than I am. What am I worrying over him for, he’s always been lucky, its part of his name. He’s probably got the teachers awing over him, every adult seems to do that.
I eat my lunch, sitting on the floor of the closet. Mom packed me some left over kayu. Kayu, or okayu, is Japanese rice porridge and is a suitable dish for using left over rice. Mom had made some for a patient, since it is commonly served to sick people because it is easily digestible.
I stand and gather my things. I hate kayu, its flavorless, especially when you don’t add any garnishing. If I want any real food then I have to cook it. Mom is never home so this happens often, either that or Mom brings something home or we order something. My hand stretches out for the door handle and I twist, nothing happens. I quickly turn again. Oh-no, someone locked the door. I thought no one saw me!
“Hello! Hey, is anyone out there!?” I call, taking the risk of getting in trouble. If a teacher finds me in here I’m sure they will demand an answer. Despite my calls, I am returned no answer. I call again and again, no answer. I hear the bell that dismisses lunch. Everyone will be returning to their classes now. Perhaps some one else will hear me. I continue to call over and over again. “Hello!? Any one!?”
I can now hear the laughter and chatter of many young students passing by the closet. I call for help and no one listens. They are all enveloped in their own conversations. I bang on the door but no one seems to care. Am I really that un-important? What if no one can hear me? What if they do hear me, but don’t care? What if no one ever finds me?! Oh-no this is bad, real bad! I can feel my heart speed up, and I know I am now entering the state or panic.
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True Friends
General Fiction"What does the word friendship mean to you?" he whispered to me, his breath was hot with anger. "Kazuo, you wouldn't understand! You never understand" I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. "Where in the hell do you think you're go...
