![]() ![]() I pick it up and take a huge bite, alfalfa sprouts falling like shriveled four-leaf clovers in my lap. Ten minutes left for lunch, and I haven’t eaten half of the hummus sandwich I made this morning. He puts his backpack on the table in front of us and scoots closer to me so we’re (mostly) blocked from view. Sophie and Jasmine roll their eyes and move a few feet away, as Taye sits down in the spot Sophie just left. Out of the three people in front of me, I like Jasmine the best, and I want Sophie to like me the most.īut Taye has the next spot in line, and I’m curious what he has to say. We’ve got to move this crowd along, or Ms. Why can’t anybody need a favor on a Tuesday? Looking to my left, I see Harry’s line is as long as mine. Midweek, I’m eating lunch alone, or with Harry Homework, who’s on the same schedule as me: super-popular on Mondays and Fridays, yeah-whatever the rest of the time. Fridays, too-there’s the rush before the weekend, then there’s the rush afterward. There’s other people waiting, too.īusiness is always brisk on Mondays. Hurry up, urges Jasmine, band geek, standing behind Taye. When Sophie sits down, he crosses his arms over his chest and glowers at her. Taye, our class’s designated Hot Guy, has been standing in front of my table. ![]() Sophie Nelson, vice president of the seventh-grade student council, slides into the newly empty seat next to mine and puts her hand on my arm, as though we’re friends. I am sitting in the cafeteria at school on a Monday, minding my business. ![]()
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