She arrives first as she so often does,
so she pulls out a book to pass the time.
Something romantic, probably, or historical.
Her thick black hair in a thick black plait
and her eyes not wavering from the page.
She is so absorbed that she doesn't notice the next arrive.
She arrives quietly, and says hello quietly.
She's arrived early for choir practice,
her little blonde ponytail bouncing as she walks.
Her long stride making everyone struggle
just to keep up.
Then they greet the next.
Thinking deeply, she adjusts her glasses.
Looking up, she smiles and says hi.
She says something that makes the others laugh.
Probably about geography
and how much it sucks.
The fourth follows soon after.
She walks an unusual gait,
she has some leg problem or something.
She is fangirling about her glasses
they are TARDIS blue or something.
That's what she does.
The conversation grows and the fifth arrives.
She looks down at the blue-cased ipad
that seems permanently glued to her hand.
Her bright red hair flicking as she spins around
seemingly unable to walk in a straight line.
She is grinning in a way that can only be described
as slightly eerie.
The are talking and laughing when I arrive.
Today I am the last, the sixth.
Not always though.
I say hey and they say hi.
They fill me in on what I've missed
and I realise that
we are the unlikeliest of people.
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The Afternoon tea club: 2014 #WATTYS2014
Non-FictionThe lives of group of seriously weird teenagers that just stumbled apon the amazingness of Wattpad. Sometime you may question our sanity, laugh at our retarded lives and enjoy the hilararity of the situations we seem to end up in somehow. Join in on...
