The next four periods were uneventful. No other teacher made Sasha stand before the class and introduce herself, which she was grateful of. Besides, almost every class had the same majority of people. It turned out that Travis was in Social Studies and Math with her as well as English. Fifth period was different. In her old school, Sasha hadn't been popular, but she had a good amount of friends. But here, she had no friends. In the lunch room that only held six tables, a first for Sasha, she sat alone.
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Travis was staring at Sasha from across the lunch room. He knew what it was like to be new, he had been new in October. Now it was February; the middle of the school year. She wouldn't be able to make any friends…unless; someone made the step to being her friend. Travis had about fifteen friends here. Sure, most of them were guys, but he did have some girl friends as well. He was pretty confident that Sasha would be able to fit in with his group of friends. Standing up, Travis crossed the lunch room. Seventy-four pairs of eyes watched his every move.
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"Hey."
Sasha glanced up from her tuna sandwich. Travis, the only person who had talked to her in the past five hours stood on the other side of the table. His blue eyes were studying his shoes, but his words were directed to her; no one else sat at her table.
"Hey," she mumbled back.
Travis glanced over at his friends, who glowered back at him; as if saying 'don't you dare invite her to sit with us.' "I was wondering if you'd like to sit with my friends and me. You looked pretty lonely over here. And I promise, no matter how mean they look now, they don't bite."
Sasha smiled and a small laugh escaped her mouth. Picking up her purple lunchbox, she followed Travis over to his table. His friends didn't seem to pleased that she was sitting with them, but soon they loosened up. Sasha finally had a place to belong in this school, temporarily.
