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Lunch was very loud but it's nothing new because a lunch is never quiet. Having good conversations, eating good school lunch or your lunch from home in a nice cafeteria and enjoying your time.
Tamia brung a container of little tomatoes to eat with the salad they had for lunch. She sat by herself with no one to talk to and stared at the wall while she ate. A minute later, a bag of chips gets thrown at her head and Tamia smacked the person that did it.

Suddenly, there was a food fight in the whole cafeteria and nobody ever got to eat in the cafeteria for a couple of months. But Tamia didn't start the food fight. The person who hit her with the chips started it; which made her get up and defend herself. Tamia's skirt was ruined, she was pissed off. She did not want to finish the rest of the school day. The best way to do it is get another skirt. She couldn't take the bullying anymore. She wanted to transfer schools.

But then she realized, she was the person who started acting weird on the first day. That's not lady like, that's giving......very much a 3rd grade boy vibe.
In the 8th grade you just learn how to be smart and confident because your gonna wanna take that to high school with you. It is very important that you must not be a follower. Whatever somebody else does you do not do. Just be yourself and stay away from the ones who's gonna bring you down to your knees in life. You wanna stay around the people that's gonna help you lift every part of confidential resource you have and that will promote good references and academic leadership towards you. And that's how I want Tamia to be in school for the rest of the year.
   I've always thought why Tamia would sit by herself all the time. Maybe because she doesn't like talking to others at school? Maybe she's just an alone person and hates others who talks about things that has nothing to do with them. Messy, very messy. Can't get caught up in or the next person who says something will keep it going.

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