As I sat up against a tree that lined up next to the outside of the school, I waited for my best friend to pop her head over here. I sat crisscross applesauce with my backpack in between my legs. I unzipped it, opening it up to reveal books, notes, pencils and most important at the moment, my lunch. I was having a Strawberry Banana V8 with a school lunch of a hamburger and curly fries. The school lunches were decent and not as bad as everyone says they are. I wondered why people thought the school lunch was so bad, but I couldn’t understand it. I mean, I’d rather be eating a Big Mac from McDonalds, but the school lunches were better than nothing. I opened up my hamburger and took a small bite, still trying to gain my appetite, trying to ignore this morning’s events. I looked up at the green pine tree that I leaned against. I thought about the fact that there is probably nectar stuff with my luck behind my back. I looked back down at my food. I grabbed a long curly fry from the small white paper holder that revealed how greasy the fries were. I shoved the curly fry in mouth and chewed it and swallowed. I began to cough, it being lodged in my throat. Finally, after enough coughing and tears surfacing in my eyes, the fry came back into my mouth. I chewed the already chewed fry up some more and re-swallowed. It went down the right tube this time and didn’t cause me to die.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure walk over. At first I thought it was a teacher walking over to me to tell me that I wasn’t allowed over here, although people eat here all the time. But to my realization, it was Liz looking older, as usual. She wore a knee length black skirt and a loose purple top. Liz also wore a pair of cute short heeled pair of heels. “Hey,” She said leaned down next to me, not caring if she got her outfit dirty. I stared at her with raised eyebrows and my mouth slightly ajar, my mouth revealing how small it actually was. I have always been told that I had the most perfect lips, at least by Liz. Right now, my lips were chapped. “Don’t look at me like that,” She told me, as I lost eye contact with her because I went into my backpack for my chap-stick. I quickly ran it across my lips, moistening them and making them looking decent and glossy. “I’m sorry, but I don’t usually see my best friend in cute preppy professional clothes. You’re the type as usual, to wear awesome cool clothes containing of many colors and lots of black. Not heels. Where are your converse? Where are the clothes you were wearing earlier?” I asked curiously. Liz rolled her eyes. “They’re safe in my locker. I wouldn’t dress like this unless I had a perfectly good explanation. Which I definitely do,” She added. I stared at her blankly, my eyebrows falling to lie regularly on my face. “Mhm. And that explanation would be?” I prodded, smirking. She grinned, “Can I stay with there are cute guys around, or are you going to make me say the real answer?” She asked not wanting to give up the real reason, thinking that I’d judge her. I smiled, “Real reason please.” She sighed, no longer grinning. “Fine. I’m kissing butt to my teachers by wearing this,” She revealed. I stared at her for a couple seconds. Finally, it was registered in my brain what she had said. “Wow. Seriously hon? You think this is going to help you kiss up to your teachers?” I began. She stared at me intently, listening to my opinion. “This isn’t going to help you kiss up to your teachers. Not even bringing them cookies or an apple is going to help you. Sweetheart, you don’t need to kiss up to your teachers. You’re very smart and you don’t need to do that. Just be yourself and don’t get into trouble much and your teachers will like you,” I said, out of breath. I put the last bite of my hamburger into my mouth and chewed as I crumbled up the wrapper and stashed it into my backpack. She shrugged and grinned. “Thank you. You’re right,” She agreed. “Really? No, I thought I was just saying all this to mess with you,” I said sarcastically, smirking at my failure of a joke. She laughed politely. “I love you. You laugh at my pathetic jokes,” I smiled, taking a chug of my V8. I offered her some. She politely nodded and took it. She did a waterfall, so we wouldn’t share ‘germs’ and handed it back. “Thanks.” I took it reluctantly and took another chug. “You’re welcome. Do you have anything going on this week? I don’t want to be at home all weekend after the first week of school,” I asked, answering half truthfully. She shook her head. “No, not really,” She replied. “I’m going to be stuck at home as well. Do you want to come to my house that way we can both have a little bit of fun?” She replied smirking hopefully. I felt my face lighting up, “Sure. I’ll ask my parents. Should we aim for Friday and go for the whole weekend?” I asked hopeful. “Most definitely,” Liz smiled. “Alright,” I smiled, knowing that I was going to have an escape route. As we continued to get into a conversation about a new video game Liz wanted me to try, the bell had rung, ending lunch. All bells like to say as they ring, “GET TO CLASS, YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!” I quickly got up, helping Liz. I knew since I’d given her advice, Liz was going to hit the bathroom after her locker to change. As I arrived at my fourth class of the day, my guessing was right. Liz walked in wearing what she had been wearing earlier today and took the seat next to me. The bell rang again. It was time for class to start. I looked forward at the cute teacher in front of me. He turned around, revealing blue eyes. His blonde long hair glistened in the light of the classroom. He wore a black silk shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He wore a black tie as well. He was the cutest teacher and he had to be about 25. “Welcome to English 12. My name is Mr. Pepper.” I melted at his Scottish accent. This was going to turn out to be a decent year after all.
