I sit at the round table with about eight chairs or so. I'm wearing my white Tommy shirt with blue jeans from Walmart. My "friends" are there too. I like some of them. I sit diagonally across someone who calls me a friend, but I would say that him and I are acquaintances. No more. Acquaintances. He wears glasses, he also has brownish hair. He has braces. He has had them for over four years. Like dude, okay. Beside me to the right, is a really close friend that we used to have classes together before I was moved into the honors level and college level classes. He has JB hair from 2012. Ew. I love you and care about you. But please fix your hair. To my left, the chair is empty. Needed. I couldn't handle a packed table. I might be claustrophobic. Beside that chair, is a nice boy. He wears glasses. I literally hate him because his intelligent. He's beyond smart. Envious. He keeps up with politics, he's in advance placement government and taking more college classes than me. A guy sits beside him. That guy and I are really good friends. There is one girl at the table, she seems nice. There is one more guy at the table too, I don't know much about him. Him and I rarely speak.
The student sitting diagonally ajar me, my acquaintance, today he is talking about how he does not like Harry Potter series. He says, "...if you like those series, I see you differently." he states. I elucidate how he never looks at me, everyone at the tables looks at me. I can hear the silence in the lunchroom. The table grew too silent. I start eating my mashed potatoes, as he continues to talk about the most peculiar things. I think to myself that I should not speak ever again. I then have an urge to finish reading "I'm glad my mom died" by Jeannette McCurdy. It's a lovely book. I read as my twenty-five minute lunch period goes by.
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RandomJust writing short stories here. Each one could be a stand alone. ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE FAKE.
