You know that awful chill you get on your first day at a new school? That one when you first realize that when lunch rolls around you'll have no idea where to sit because you don't know anyone?

Yeah, I hate that stupid cold rush over the spine. Especially since i'd been going to this awful school for three years, and still didn't know anyone.
Ok, so I knew people. But they definatly wished i didn't. Everyone in this school hated me, and I was well aware of it.

Today was a monday, and I felt like I could have jumped onto my empty cafeteria table with a pink ham on my head and done the macarina and tomorrow people wouldn't treat me any differently than they were now.
I sat down with a groan and stared at the green lunch tray of mashed potatoes, chicken fingers, and I think they said that last thing was some soft of vegetable stew...thing.
There was a noise two tables down and I looked up to see a freshman kid getting picked on. Some senior year jerk was picking on him, knocking his tray out of his hands.

The kid walked by me with his head down. He looked up to me, and for half a second I thought he was going to sit by me. And in that half second he managed to look over, and smile. Wow, company after so long-
He waved, and I looked over to see a table full of freshmen nerds all glaring at the jock, waving the kid over.



I really needed some friends.





(( Anyone wanna shoot a guess at what this is for? Next journal should give it away. ))