My sneakers squeaked on the plastic flooring of the school. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed as I led the new student to the lively scene of children throwing, chewing, and trading lunches. The only words I could possibly use to describe the hungry students are "immature".
"Do you have money?"
I needed to make sure Natsuki would even be possible to buy food because it was obvious she didn't have bagged meal. It took her a few moments to respond, which seemed to make it clear that english was not her first language.
"No.... Someone took it.... I mean, I lost it."
"Oh... I have some extra money to buy you lunch,"
My hand reached into my pocket for the ten dollars I had saved so I wouldn't need to bring a bagged lunch. I nodded my head and handed her five of the crumpled bills then walked into the line, making sure Natsuki was following me. Fortunately she was close behind me, as I could tell the line was getting to long. I nod my head, which causes my gold hair to fumble into my eyes. How embarrassing I must have looked, especially as I felt a blush of humiliation covering my cheeks. I reached out and grabbed lunch trays, then handed one to the girl next to me, trying to not frown from what I thought was so embarrassing before. Natsuki obviously did not think it looked stupid because I saw a small smile on her face.
It seemed to take forever as I loaded a cheap plastic tray with plastic "food" from a microwave. My follower seemed to be copying all of my lunch choices, looking up at me every so often to make sure I didn't mind her being so exact; and I did not mind at all. I payed the lunch lady, making sure I did not touch her greasy hands. My eyes jumped from table to table until I saw my friends, then looked back to make sure I wouldn't mislead the silent teen. My feet carried me to the back table, swiftly dodging all obstacles. There were my two best friends. Billy, who had a half-eaten corndog in her mouth at the time, pointed towards an area we never enter in the room. That area just so happened to be the district of the jocks, cheerleaders, make-up freaks, and drama kings/queens; yet it was also the area full of the biggest jerks ever. As I looked back, I saw a terrifying sight, Natsuki was surrounded by girls who looked like clowns and two of the biggest football players in the school. Her skin seemed pale white with fear, and she started to shake as the tray was torn from her hands. All I could do was set my tray down with a slam, and jump into action.
There was no way I would leave her helpless.
