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October 18th
It was sixth period. I was sitting at my table (which, since I don't take ownership of it, is Akane's table in reality) innocently eating my sandwich when Akane asked me a weird question.
"Paigey, do you have your eye on someone?" her dark eyes twinkled. I nearly choked on bologna.
"W-haw?" I spluttered. "I—Akane—"
"It's alright, Paige, I was just asking," she said calmly. "But why do you act so funny when I DO ask?"
"How could you make an assumption to that? That's the first time you've asked," I said once I'd swallowed.
Akane nodded and got back to her bento box full of dumplings. I watched her in amazement. She eats with two sticks and she never misses a bite; I eat with a spoon, a fork and a knife and I drop my food half the time.
Just as I was thinking about silverware manners, two extra people slid into our table: Whitney and Jim. They're my other friends, but they mostly hang out with each other (they're going out, but they act like just friends around us).
"Hey guys," I said casually, and Akane waved without even looking up from her bento.
"Hey," Jim said, eating a French fry. Whitney just grinned at me.
"Paige, I thought you were going to Florida this weekend," Whitney asked, turning her head to the side.
"She was, but she found about how bad the jet lag is between Sagaponic and Palm Springs," Akane answered for me.
Sagaponic is just outside New York City, in case you wanted to know. We live in New York, and we love it. Even though there are people who run down little old people, and not other old people who deserve it (like Fidel Castro, in Akane's opinion).
I think it's time I described Jim and Whitney.
Whitney's really tall and into running, unlike me. She's pale, and has blue eyes. Her blonde hair is always down, but I guess she likes it that way. Jim is very tall, too. He has brown hair that falls in his face sometimes, and brown eyes.
I really like my friends. Our other friend, Breanne, had to go to a different school this year.
I sit with them every day, my friends.
I adore them.
They're the only thing that get's me through this topsy turvy world—what's it called again?
Oh yeah, high school.