The Lies and the Truths

Chapter 1

I am sitting at my desk watching the clock. I am waiting for it to reach 11:37, signaling lunch. Once the bell tolls I will be headed off to see all of my friends.

Lunch is my favorite part of the school day, besides band. I get to spend 22 minutes with all of my friends, especially the ones I do not have classes with. Who else would not enjoy that?

Anyways, I'll get to see my friends and talk to them. They are always there for me when I need them, and I am always there for them. It is a friendship that cannot be broken easily. Trust me when I say this, if you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. There is no doubt about it. My friend group is made up of many different people: jocks, geeks, nerds, bandies, and so much more. Most of us, unlike others, however, go underneath more than one of those categories. I, myself, am a geek, nerd, bandy, and a jock. It is definitely ok to be more than one of those. My friends definitely prove that.

The bell rings, and I head off towards the cafeteria. Since there are so many seventh graders, if you don't get to the cafeteria fast enough then you will be waiting for a while before getting food. I learned that the hard way during the first semester. It also causes you to have less time to hang out with your friends.

At my school, you are given 22 minutes for lunch total. It's not much time, but we make it work. We usually also talk in line so that we have even more time to talk to our friends. The cafeteria is usually loud because of that.

I look at my usual table and find my friend Logan Parks sitting there. I was so shocked I couldn't speak. "He never hangs out with my friends," I thought. "There is a reason behind him sitting there, and I am going to find out why."

As I sit down, I critique his expression and look him over. It seems as if he just wanted to talk to me about science class or just get to know my other friends. As lunch progressed, however, I caught him looking at me more, and my friend Daniel seemed to be giving Logan the death glare. If looks could kill.

I kept thinking to myself, "What is Daniel seeing?"

Just then, Logan saved me from my thoughts and said, "So, what type of bug are you making for your insect model?"

I was glad to be given a topic change for my brain. "I'm thinking a type of ant. They're pretty easy to make a replica of." Logan seemed satisfied with my answer and the bell rang.

I could not have been happier, for the first time in my life, for that bell to end lunch. Little did I know, that would not be the end of those awkward lunches.