Post by Zan Kirks on Jul 15, 2012 21:44:50 GMT -5
Zan sat down at an empty table to eat his lunch. Other people talking were all around him, and he tried to block them out. At his old school, he engaged in a little of this lunchroom conversation, but here he couldn't find anyone to talk to. Even at his old school, he wasn't a part of them and he knew that he never would be.
Someone came up to his table. They didn't want to sit with him. They just wanted to take a chair and move it back to their own table. There were tables with a few people at them, and crowded tables with ten people at them. People just wanted to be in their little, or big, clicks.
A few minutes later, a second person approached Zan's table, but this person didn't take a chair. It was...
Someone came up to his table. They didn't want to sit with him. They just wanted to take a chair and move it back to their own table. There were tables with a few people at them, and crowded tables with ten people at them. People just wanted to be in their little, or big, clicks.
A few minutes later, a second person approached Zan's table, but this person didn't take a chair. It was...
