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Chapter Fourteen: Second Lunch

A/N: Ahola amigos and amigas! Here's your next update. I hit a little writers block, but it's all good now thanks for all the reviews! And...being reading!...

"The difference between school and life? In school you're taught a lesson then given a test, in life you're given a test that teaches a lesson." -Tom Bodett

Mike was wondering when lunch was. He had never been a fan of school food, but then again, he wasn't a picky eater. He was enjoying video programming though. He clicked on another graphic and added it to the scene on his computer screen. This class was for making video games. Kids learned about software, and stuff like that, but the whole point was to make your own.

This is fun, Mike thought. I usually hate school, but this class is just as fun as my last one. The teacher, Mr. Molina, peered over his shoulder.

"Very good," he said. "You certainly seem to know a lot about this."

"Well I don't know a lot about technology," Mike admitted. "But I do know a lot about video games."

"Spend a lot of time playing them, do you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, so do most of the kids in this room. What is your game about by the way?"

"Well, it's a first person game where you have to find this ancient treasure. It's locked in this temple and you have to get it, but there are these monsters that try to stop you."

"Interesting. I like your use of a sword in place of a gun. Not a lot of people your age might do that."

"I've always found a sword is a pretty good weapon to have against monsters."

"Hmm. Those monsters you designed look interesting. They actually look like the monsters that attack the city sometimes."

"That's where I got the inspiration," Mike admitted.

"Very good," Mr. Molina said nodding. "If you want art to really imitate life you could add a few power rangers in there."

Mike laughed. Mr. Molina walked away to comment on another student. The green ranger returned to his game.

Mia wasn't very fond of math. She found numbers tended to cause headaches and aggregation, but she had once passed FST with an A. Granted it was an A-, but that was still pretty good. She took notes in her notebook, copying the problem the teacher was demonstrating on the board.

"Ok class," Mrs. Wallace said turning to face them. "Suppose a box contains three balls, one red, one blue and one white. One ball is selected, its color is observed, and then the ball is placed back in the box. The balls are scrambled and again a ball is selected and its color is observed. What is the sample space of the experiment?"

Mia did the work in her notebook. She raised her hand. Mrs. Wallace smiled at her. "Mia? Why don't you come and write the answer on the board?"

Mia got up and wrote her answer. "S={RR, RB, RW, BB, BW, WR, WR, WW}," she said reading her answer.

"That is correct," the teacher said. "Thank you Mia. You way sit down now."

Mia sat down feeling proud. Statistics wasn't one of her favorite subjects, or even her best, but she was happy she hadn't gotten it wrong. The teacher passed out a worksheet and assigned pages out of the textbook. Mia began working on her paper. Someone was whispering her name. She looked up and saw the girl next to her was smiling.

"Nice one," she said. "You're pretty smart."

"Not really. I'm just lucky."

"I'll say. I've already taken this class once, but I can't seem to get it."

"I'm sure you will eventually."

"Thanks. I'm Ava by the way."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too."

Emily was enjoying her gym class so far. It had been a while since she'd played soccer. Of course it was pretty dangerous to play inside. After they stretched and ran, much to the grumbling of the class, the gym teachers had picked two captains. The captains had then begun choosing players.

Emily luckily wasn't the last person chosen. When she got picked she stood in the line bend the captain. That was when she saw the quiet girl, the one from art class. She smiled. They continued down the line until it was just the quiet girl and another boy left. The opposing captain picked the boy. The quiet girl joined their line, and their captain, Dawson, gave the positions. He put Emily on defense with two other girls. The quiet girl was put in the goal.

"There goes our chances of winning," a boy grumbled.

"Yeah," the one next to him said. "Watch, she'll have a muscle spasm and miss the ball."

Emily wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what to say. They went to their positions and the game started. All through the game the other team scored points. The first time Quiet Girl tried to catch it, but her hands jerked away at the last second and the ball went into the goal. This was a common theme throughout the game.

Now as Emily stood in the girls locker room, it looked just like the boys' only the lockers were pink, she waited for the lunch bell and watched the quiet girl. She was surprised that she still didn't know the girl's name. She walked over to her. Just as she reached her though, the bell rang and the girl darted out before Emily could say a word. The yellow ranger frowned and followed the river kids heading for the cafe.

When she got there, she got in the long line to get her lunch. As she stood there, she looked for any of her friends. She could see Mike had already gotten his lunch and was sitting with a couple guys. Mia was nowhere to be found, but then again this was like finding a needle in a hay stack.

"Hey," the boy behind her said. "Blondie, the line is moving."

"Oh, sorry," Emily mumbled as she moved up the line. She chose something wrapped in gold tinfoil, some peaches, baby carrots, and a milk. She paid her money then went to find a place to sit. She spotted Mia. The pink ranger was sitting with a group of kids across the room from Mike. Emily wanted to go sit with them, but felt like she would be intruding. Then she saw the quiet girl. She was sitting alone again table, reading as she ate.

Emily walked over and sat down with her. "Hi," she said. "My name is Emily."

The quiet girl put her book down. She closed it and put her trash on her tray. "I'm done," she mumbled getting up. She left the table and threw her trash away, then left the cafe.

Emily sat there, alone, feeling hurt. She unwrapped her lunch, a chicken burger, and took a bite. She immediately made a face. I forgot how awful school lunch tastes.

Mike was eating pizza for lunch, go figure. He sat with Roger, and a couple of Roger's friends. Their names were Leo, Leon, and Linus. They all had dark brown hair and amber eyes. Are they all related? He wondered. He glanced around and saw Mia sitting with a group of kids. Where's Em? I thought she had this lunch.

"Hey dude," Roger said.

"Yeah?" Mike said.

"You alright? I asked something, and you didn't answer."

"Sorry," Mike said. "Just thinking about something?"

"Something," Leo said, or was he Linus?

"Or someone," said Leon, maybe he was Leo.

"A girl perhaps?" Linus asked.

No wait, he has that birthmark Roger pointed out. He must be Leo. Mike smiled. "Maybe it is...maybe it isn't."

"TMI," Leo said. "TMI."

Mike thought about this, before realizing what he'd actually said.

Mia laughed as Seth made a face at her food. "How can you eat that stuff?"

"I'm hungry," she said simply.

"It's not food. It's high processed frogs and fish guts."

"Being a bit of a drama queen are we?" Mia asked laughing.

"Nope. Just telling the truth."

"Well I already ate it."

"It was nice knowing you then," he said soberly.

Mia laughed. Seth was a lot of fun. He acted goofy, but still managed to maintain some air of maturity. She heard the bell ring and got up to dump her tray. Her third class had gone well, considering she hadn't flailed at anything. She put her tray on top of the pile and made her way through to the doors. She checked her schedule again. Biology next. Just when she was about to ask someone where to go someone came up behind her.

"Hi Mia."

She jumped a bit. "Oh, Jaxon. You scared me."

"Sorry," he said smiling. "Where you heading?"

"Biology in room 13."

"That's near my class. I can walk you part of the way there."

"Thanks."

They walked in silence for a minute. "Hey, Mia," Jaxon said.

"Yeah?"

"I saw you eating with Seth."

"Yeah. He's in my first class. He's really nice."

"I know he seems it, but trust me, that boy is bad news. He's one of those people who pretends to be your friend, but will stab you in the back first chance he gets."

Mia frowned. "Really? He seems nice."

"He's just a good actor. Trust me you're better off without him around."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Positive. You should stay away from him." They reached her class and parted ways. "Remember what I said," Jaxon said as he disappeared.

Mia walked into her next class, thinking it over. Seth seems so nice. There's no way he's as bad as Jaxon says. Right?

Ok, so if there's something wrong with the math problem, just ignore it. I got the problem and answer from a digital text book. I know none of that stuff. Please review!