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Lunch was my favourite time of the school day.
It was probably stupid, I liked most of my classes, so it wasn't as if I was bored, but I liked lunch because it meant I got to see my friends. We weren't all in the same grade, never mind the same classes, so it was the one time during the day I could see all of them. And maybe I didn't see every single one of them every single day, but there was always a familiar face or several.
And the lunch room was loud. It was as close as I had ever seen to the Lost Boys and although I was still trying to distance myself from the Island and Peter and everything I had been there, it was still something I liked. Something that made me feel a little more at home.
I thought most other students liked it, too, if only because it meant they weren't in class. It was a break and I was always starving by the time I made it to the lunch room. Today was no different and I walked into the room briskly with my lunch bag by my side, then scanned the crowd. There, over on one side, were the people I knew, and I made my way toward them with a smile.
There were groups everywhere, though. I smiled at some of them, avoided others, and thought to myself, as I finally sat down, that maybe I was getting the hang of being a normal teenager after all.
It was probably stupid, I liked most of my classes, so it wasn't as if I was bored, but I liked lunch because it meant I got to see my friends. We weren't all in the same grade, never mind the same classes, so it was the one time during the day I could see all of them. And maybe I didn't see every single one of them every single day, but there was always a familiar face or several.
And the lunch room was loud. It was as close as I had ever seen to the Lost Boys and although I was still trying to distance myself from the Island and Peter and everything I had been there, it was still something I liked. Something that made me feel a little more at home.
I thought most other students liked it, too, if only because it meant they weren't in class. It was a break and I was always starving by the time I made it to the lunch room. Today was no different and I walked into the room briskly with my lunch bag by my side, then scanned the crowd. There, over on one side, were the people I knew, and I made my way toward them with a smile.
There were groups everywhere, though. I smiled at some of them, avoided others, and thought to myself, as I finally sat down, that maybe I was getting the hang of being a normal teenager after all.
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I was still going to ask Magnus, though.
I was about to announce I thought Eddie was probably right, when his other words sunk in. The ones about mouths and hands, and my face flushed so deeply it felt like my skin was on fire. I hadn't really let myself think about it before and now it was the only thing I could seem to think about. At lunch.
"Yeah," I added in a hoarse voice, my tone a lot higher than I would have liked. I wasn't even sure if either of them would know what I was agreeing with. "I mean, what Eddie said is right."