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"I'm sorry fellow scientists, but it is time to go to your next class! Put the fruit carefully onto the counter! Label it with it's name!!!"
I slammed it onto the counter. Dumb fruit. DIE!!
I quickly exited. And gagged as I walked down the hallway behind two eighth grade boys. Holding hands. And swinging them sorta.
Ewwwwwwwwwww.
Then I got a closer look. One was my old boyfriend.
Ewwwwwwwwwwww-er!!! I'd dated a non-straight guy!!!!
I need lysol.
Rachel came skipping into the lunchroom. No lie. SKIPPING!!!
"The tooth fairy come last night?" I asked. She stuck out her tongue. "NO! Louie gave me this!!" She showed us a flower necklace. Oohs and aahs.
"He found it on the ground and walked up to me and said, 'Here, you want it?' all shy like!!!" she squealed.
"Dare you to walk past him and say 'honeybunches!'" Isabell said.
"Augusta, you're coming with. WE NEED TO GO TALK TO THE LUNCH LADY." Rachel practically shouted. Before I knew it we were walking past Louie's table.
"HONEYBUNCHES..." Rachel said loudly, "ourthegreatestcerealeverthelunchladiesshouldserveitforbreakfast," she said hurriedly and more quietly as she steered me back to our table.
"He noticed," Nicole said. "He's staring at you."
"And Olivia's glaring," I added, through gritted teeth. "I always wanted the one girl who was nice to everyone to be mad at me." Rachel was glowing, lost in Dreamland.
Or Louieland. Whichever has cotten candy.
"You won't believe what I saw," I began. But no one was listening.