Thursday, November 12
Sat in cliques 8/9: all boys. See map for details.
Sat with: Blonde sevie, Bieber cut sevie, and a kid with a fang necklace
Accompanied by: no one Fang tooth was surprised to see me in his seat and got a little upset.
Conversation:
Me- Hi guys.
All- Hi . . .
Fang- Oh, uh, excuse me, I uh . . . That’s my seat . . .
Me- Sorry. I can move if you-
Blondie- She can sit here, Rex.
Me- I can scoot down, or-
Bieber- Nah, yer good.
Fang- Where’m I supposed to . . .
FANG STANDS BEHIND ME AWKWARDLY FOR THE REST OF THE PERIOD.
Bieber- Do you have choir, Rex?
Fang- Nah.
Bieber- Do you?
Me- Yes.
Bieber- I hate choir.
Me- You always do fun Christmas songs. You’ll probably like this term a lot better-
Bieber- Oh no- I don’t HAVE choir.
Me- Oh . . .
END OF LUNCH PERIOD
Weird looks: tons. Up and down the table. You would have thought I strolled into the boy’s bathroom.
Requests to leave: one, if you count Fang’s grumpiness.