"So, how'd it go?" Michael looks me in the eye and waits for an answer. I look back at him and debate if it's a good idea to tell him. I decided to tell him because he was here for me even though i really wasn't for him. "She didn't say anything. She just kinda took it and rolled her eyes. I don't think she's actually gonna read it." Putting his hand on my shoulder he looks me in the eye and says, "it doesn't matter what she think. You got lots of people who care about you, even if it doesn't seem like it." I look down and then realize i haven't eaten anything since the play. I've been so preoccupied. "Let's go get something to eat. I'm going to head to the 7/11 if you wanna follow"

We walk into the gas station which looks like a live action stock photo of the ghetto itself. It's right across from the school, which isn't actually too bad compared to this 7/11. It sticks out like a sore thumb in the middle of our slightly below averagely nice neighborhood. Everything in there is on the wrong shelves because of those annoying people who put things back, but on the wrong shelf, because they decide they want something else. Michael gets some doritos and a diet coke. I grab a bag of cheetos and a mountain dew. The lady at the counter has this look on her face that shows her disgust of the unhealthy food we are about to consume. "Have a nice day" she returns the gesture with a nod. We walk out of the store, glad that we no longer had to interact with that obese judgemental woman.

We were sitting on the curb outside the school eating out bagged preservatives with flavoring and chugging our diabetes juice with coloring when michael said, "you are an idiot you know that right? Getting a squip is the biggest stupid you can do." I look at him and try to hold back a smile, "actually, that sentence is the biggest stupid you can do, as you so eloquently put it. That was the biggest disaster the english language has known. I'm surprised we don't got English teachers forcing us to nazi salute right now." He looks annoyed but says "shut up! You know what i meant!" And he punches me in the arm. Good thing the squip made me do all of those push ups, or that woulda hurt a lot more than it did. I get up to go to the trash can and throw out my stuff. I have my head down. The squip woulda been yelling at me for sure about this.