The donut conumdram- Colin

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The first week at St Scott's flew by. Classes were ok but some of the kids here really were thick but that's no different to any school. Viola was great in drama when she acted her brown hair flew as she turned around and she would stare across the room like it would go on forever. Colin knew Austin had a thing for her so Colin willed himself to stay away and focus on other things.
The morning was cold and brisk. Colin had missed the bus so his dad dropped him in. It was early and at the wooden benches he saw Erica and Lucy on one side of the table and Austin on the other. Erica appeared to be studying Japanese and Lucy had wet messy hair cascading down her shoulders. From a surf or a shower, Colin couldn't tell. Lucy was looking over Erica's book muttering Japanese words as revision.
Austin was in some sort of debate with Erica. Colin walked over to the table resting my book on the table. He was reading a peculiar book about about squirrels and pancakes.
"Hey Colin" Erica said. "Did you learn Japanese at your old school?"
"We could choose from Spanish or Chinese. I chose Spanish but I know some Japanese." Colin says sitting down next to Austin.
"German is much better" Austin said proudly.
"All you say is nein, nein, nein though" Lucy says as she flips her hair from her face.
"Do you know what Apple is?" Erica asks tightening her bow in her bun.
"I believe it's ringo" Colin says in his best Japanese accent even though he was pretty sure it came out Italian.
"Hmm thanks, that's actually right but you pronounced it wrong" Eica said as she flicks to the back of her textbook.
"Have you actually heard how it's meant to be pronounced from the person who first pronounced it. Anyone could have gotten it wrong over the years" Colin gives them all a mischievous grin.
Trix, Drake, Amanda, Lissa and Kate join us at the table.
"Where you all? Were you captured by the Russian embassy but you drugged them and escaped?" Austin says not really looking at them as he finishes his sentence.
"You can see how they've been running from the guards and looks like Amanda has stolen the Russian ruby." Colin played along and pointed to the large box Amanda was holding.
Amanda stood at the end of the table and the others gathered seats around the table.
"these are actually a box of donuts we got from a donut king run in Drakeys car. There's plenty for all of us." Amanda says matter-of-factly.
"DONUTS" Lucy says in a voice like an old man ready to die at any moment.
"Just as good as a Russian ruby then" Colin says laughing at his own joke.
Amanda gives us another speech about being orderly but Kate interrupts.
"I don't care if their donuts their donuts" she says very blankly. Everyone laughs.
Viola comes to the table just in the nick of time. A second later and they would be gone.
Amanda lifts the lid of the box. Everyone goes quiet. It felt like a scene from the good, the bad and the ugly. Everyone eyed each other and hands began to push through the air towards the box. Everyone begins to stand and before its too late Amanda swipes a donut from under her hands and stands back to let the chaos proceed.
Colin pushed his hand isn't the box, his hand was slapped at by another. He grabbed for the first donut he could and pulled back form the seagulls. Kate and Drake were all ready half way through theirs and Lucy was guzzling hers down her throat. I loved how different and how these people don't care. They know who they are and are proud. Colin watched as his new friends devoured their donuts. The donuts did not survive. Everyone said their thank you's to Amanda and Drake.
Some boys from our grade saw the box and immediately came over.
"Oy where are the donuts?" He said. He was very big and looked at us with convicting eyes.
Everyone fell silent. Viola spoke up.
"All gone. Sorry" she had no sincerity in her voice. She smiled as they went. Everyone broke into chatter and Drake remarked that the absence of his breakfast had been filled.
Trix slapped him over the head and started sketching a gooey donut in her book.

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