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chapter xxxvii. the big game
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Lunch couldn't of came any quicker.
Isabella had made it past midday, she was so proud of herself, and she knew Steve would be too. If she could make it to the end of the day, it was would be even better. She would be so happy.
As soon as the bell rang for lunch, Bella ran out of the door and headed for the lunch hall, her least favourite place. She was one of the first there, grabbing whatever she could as her stomach rumbled. Normally, she would just eat at home or whatever she'd packed, but today, she thought she'd buy some food. She picked out a chicken burger, a thing of apple juice, a blueberry muffin and a yoghurt pot. A good, healthy lunch. She felt satisfied, but as he walked into the hall, she found most tables were taken up with the different cliques.
She walked up beside Mike and Dustin who were nervously looking over at Eddie, they're probably talking about how they're going to ask him to move the end of campaign because it's Lucas' game tonight. She'd just had to sit with them, not that she cared associating herself with the freaks, she just didn't want to sit with Mike.
"Hey, Bella." Dustin smiled kindly, "You gonna sit with us today?"
"Yeah." She sighed out downheartedly.
Dustin just nodded and lead the way to the table. She sits with them sometimes, but normally when Eddie Munson and his friends aren't there. They're like nearly twenty or something and just give her the heebie-jeebies.
She sat down beside Daryl, a beefy guy who is a bit odd in the brain. "We're an easy target." He spoke as she sat down, crossing one leg over the other. Dustin sat beside her even though Mike wanted to, the boy just pursed his lips and took the other seat, trying to ignore it.
"Exactly." Eddie agreed, "We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But as long as you're into band," Isabella grimaced, covering her face and sliding down her chair trying to ignore all the looks of disgust aimed their way when Eddie stood up on the table. "Or science... or parties."
