I'm not sure how American schools work, they are very different to the system of Australian schools, so I apologise in advance if I mess something up. :)

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Mal Fallon

Anywhere you went, you turned heads. Even entering the cafeteria was just constant staring and whispering. You clench your fists on your glum tray of cheap food, the tray itself, threatening to snap in half. It makes you mad how words can spread so far behind people's back. The one true best friend you had had 'accidentally' told someone. You knew he was the sort of guy who couldn't keep a secret.. But you thought that with something as big as that, he would have kept it. People were bound to find out about your mother sooner or later, but not like this..

You sit alone at a table nearby, it has gum underneath it, and explicit graffiti scribbled on the face of it. Soon, everyone stops looking and proceeds to there chatter and food. You begin to eat, until you notice Justin in your peripherals. You look up and see him stand there, a sympathetic look on his face and a tray of food in his hands.

"Carry on.." You say, motioning him to keep walking. He lets out a defeated sigh and walks away. How can you ever trust him again?

Natara Mansingh

You turn with a tray of food in your hands. As you walk to look for a seat, you notice guys giving you the elevator eyes. They only like your looks, not your brain; you keep telling yourself. You scoff them off and walk faster.

After what happened to Trisha, you can't find yourself to sit with the rest of her friends. You know that they'll talk about her, and nothing makes you angrier. You know they would only say kind words about her, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You muster up enough courage to sit with Mal. You don't know him. You've never even met him. Only seen him. You've only heard things about him. And how can you make friends if you don't meet someone knew?

"Mind if I sit here?" You ask quietly. You worry for a moment that he didn't here you. Until he looks up. He gives a confused look at first, but then decides to be polite.

"Sure.."

You set your tray down and take a seat opposite him and start to consume your drink.

You extend your hand to him.

"Natara Mansingh.." He stares at your hand solemnly, until he shakes your hand. And with no macho firm grip, a kind gentle grip. Perfect.

"Mal Fallon." He says with a slight smile. Well this is new.. You think. Never thought I would ever do this.. He looks down, furrowing his brow, until he looks up.

"I recognise your name.. You were friends with.. Uh.. Trisha! That's right, she was in my physics cla.." He stops himself realising what he's saying.

"Hm, sorry.. My big mouth.."

"Don't worry about it.." He should.

"I'm over it." No you're not.

You sigh.

"No.. No I'm not, sorry." You run your hands through your hair, frustratingly. He watches you sadly, wanting to hit himself for what he said.

"We were best friends.. And.. Well, I'm sue you know the rest.."

"I'm really sorry.. I didn't mean to.." You look at him sadly. Well.. This conversation escalated quickly, huh?

"It's fine, really. Change of subject?" You ask.

"Right.." He says, finishing off his Coca-Cola.

The bell rings, which makes you jump slightly. You got a little lost in thought..

You pick up your tray, and walk silently with Mal to the tray spot.

"See you 'round.." You say, smiling. He smiles back. Something you've never seen before.

"Yeah.. See ya.." You walk away confidently as he watches you leave..

That was... New..


This was an idea that popped into my head, so I thought I better right it down before I forget.. I forget everything.. I'm sorry that this is so short :/

((And I just noticed, that was a VERY quick lunch/recess xP))

Please review? Handing out fruitbox's.. But only if you review ;)