Walking down the halls of highschool always felt as if I was training to marathon the Sahara Desert. I readied myself to face the overly-crowded lunchroom. The aromas of freshly baked lunches and sweet drinks aside were overwhelming my head in a sort of frenzy. Afar were the rich girls with their neatly made pelmini and their richly sweet cider in expensive thermoses, And then there's me, with just a worn-out, blue tupperware container, borscht sloshing side-to-side. Mmmm, delicious, I thought sarcastically.
"Gross...I think she decided vomit would be her lunch today. She needs help."A female voice snickered. I looked over my shoulder and saw one of the highly rich girls smirking at me with her peers. Oh... what was her name?
"I'm sorry, what was your name again? Pastey?" I asked her.
"It's Casey. You should remember my name, you low-life." Casey growled. Low-life? Really? She said something else and shared a laugh with her friends. Something I don't have, that I wish I had. Friends.
"Heyy!!!" Casey yelped. I turned to look once more and something was missing. Casey's lunch was no more. The person responsible was a boy about 16. Brown curly hair draped his forehead with shinging-light green eyes. I drew in a sharp intake of breath as I looked into those beautiful eyes that feel familar. He sat down and began eating Casey's lunch.
"Hey, you alright?" He questioned in poorly done russian. At loss of what to say, I just nodded.
"Y-yeah. I mean she didn't really harm me." I mumbled.
"Well, your welcome. Can I sit by you?" The brown haired boy asked.
"I- sure... and thank you by the way, I guess." I replied.
"My name is William Kirkland. I'm from England and I am still learning Russian. It's nice to meet someone who dosen't look at me as if i'm some kind of alien." Thomas laughed nervously and scratched behind his head.
"What do you have for lunch?" I questioned him.
"Scones and a deli sandwich." Thomas replied. "Want some?"
"S-sure." I felt a blush over my face. Thomas saw and chuckled.
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