Authors Note: The three girls in the story represent a country/state. Can you figure out who represents who? Just an intro to their personalities. Their nationalities might not be too obvious as of yet, and to make it a little less obvious, their names aren't made to obviously reflect the state/country they represent.
KAYS POV
"Lunchtime, ah~ The best time of the day." Kim hummed as she sat at the large round table in the cafeteria. I sat to her left, while Leslie sat to her right. It was the fifth period of the day, and we had finally gotten to sit down and relax after a long day of classes. It was nice to get some time to ourselves.
"Ve~ Kay, can I sit with you~?"
"Of course you can, Feli~" I smiled as the chipper Italian boy plopped into the seat beside me; Kim shot me an annoyed glare, but I ignored her.
"I can already feel my brain cells depleting…" She muttered unhappily. Feliciano paid no heed to her comments, figuring the 'tomato' fairy had given her a monthly gift before he dug into the pasta he'd brought from home. As he happily ate, letting out little 've's~' of happiness, I turned back to Kim.
"So, I'm coming after to help you with History right?"
"Yeah."
"No one likes history." Leslie retorted, looking down at the book she had been reading. "History is for losers."
"Go fall in a hole." I responded with a glare. She knew my favorite subject was History, and that this would only spark an argument between the two of us. She must've been feeling a bit moody today.
"How deep is said hole?"
"A thousand feet. I'll get Alfred to dig it for me."
"How's Alfred gonna get out of the hole?" She raised an eyebrow, dropping her book down to look at me.
"Who said he was getting out?"