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Girl Meets The Forgotten

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"Who here knows about the Great Depression?" Yep, another boring day in History. I gained another detention for hanging with Janitor Harley after the school forbade it. Apparently we are bad influences on each other.

    "I thought it was called the Grand Canyon?" Riley asked confused.

    Mr. Matthews looked at her in disappointment. "Excellent." He sighed and then tried again. "Who here knows about the Great Depression? Revel?"

    "Nothings going to beat that, sir." I laughed.

    "Farkle, save me."

    "The year was 1929," Farkle stood up. "The stock market crashed, everyone lost their money and their jobs. And the people who were comfortable were now lost and became known as... "

    Everyone turned to Mr. Matthews. "The Forgotten. Working class people, the heart and soul of our country, basically taken for granted in the first place, and now, discarded and forgotten."

    "How could that happen, sir?" Lucas sat up straighter.

    "It shouldn't have, Mr. Friar."

    Riley looked concerned. "But that could never happen to anyone in the Grand Canyon today, could it?"

    "I don't know, Riley." Mr. Matthews shrugged. "I'm sure you would never take anyone for granted, right?"

    "I would never." Riley shook her head.

    "And do you think there's anyone who cares about you who goes underappreciated or overlooked?"

    Riley turned to Maya and I, "Maya, Revel, my life is so much better for having you in it."

    "I know, pumpkin." Maya and I replied in unison.

    "Thank you, Dad. For the first time, I've actually understood something that you've tried to teach me."

    "Please, bell, ring." Mr. Matthews prayed. "Ring!" He pretended the bell rang and grabbed his stuff and left.

    "You could do that?" I asked bewildered.

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    At lunch I watched Farkle and Lucas make a volcano out of mashed potatoes, gravy (it was the lava), broccoli, and other food I couldn't identify.

    "Why would you waste semi good food on science stuff?" I shoved a mouthful of mashed potatoes in my mouth.

    "It's fun, and it's not good food. Food in jail is probably better." Farkle scoffed.

    I tensed at his words and Lucas stopped what he was doing to look at me. True, Lucas was never actually in jail, but he was in the JDM (juvenile delinquents meeting) and the snacks were chicken sandwiches and brown bananas (spoiler alert the chicken was not actually chicken).

    "Yeah," I forced a laugh. "Worse than jail food."

    Maya and Riley came over talking about the lunch lady, "....happiest I've seen her." Maya was saying. "Look, I don't care what electives we get, just as long as we don't end up in--"

    "Dun-dun-dun!" Farkle yelled dramatically.

    "Cafeteria duty." Maya pointed toward the kitchen. Both her and Riley shuddered.

    I don't see cafeteria duty as a bad thing. In juvenile detention I had cafeteria duty AND janitorial service to get good behavior.

    "Honestly, the cafeteria duty can't be that bad." I shrugged.