I sit at one of the lunch tables and put on a bored expression. Would everyone just leave me alone today...."Hi, Arty!" An unidentifiable girl sits down next to me. "Good job at the race last weekend. You like, totally beat everyone!"
"That's because I won," I say dryly. She laughed, a peppy annoying laugh that made me angry. "Look," I say, preparing to let her have it. "I-"
"Hey, Smarty Arty!" My friend Jeff puts his lunch tray down and pulls out the chair on my other side.
"Hey, I'm skippin' class after lunch, does anyone want to?"
"Arty!"
"Great job at the race, you crushed them!"
"To bad I sprained my ankle."
These were my running friends, and they all crowded around the table, boisterous, loud athletes. Peppy girl made an excuse and went to sit with the people who thought they were popular and assumed we envied them. But, in truth, we didn't care one bit.
Thu Oct 21, 2010 3:45 pm