"You seriously think I care?" I whispered. I was to shy to say it loud enough for them to hear. They might do something else, or torture me for some other pointless reason.

"Cough it up!" Craig commanded.

"I spent it already."

"You didn't wait for me to take it?" He asked.

"Umm no."

"If I can't have it neither can you." He responded throwing my lunch in the trash. Once again I sat alone, lunchless as Craig and his little league of gooneys stalked off.

Craig was a jerk, and I knew it. I had tried everything to rid myself of him. Today I ran to the cafeteria so I could buy my lunch before he got a chance to take it, but even that didn't work. For a stupid bully he sure is conniving. He was like a parasite living off other peoples lunch money. I thought once I left Jr. High people would finally leave me alone; I was wrong.

Actually the only person who really bothered me was Craig, and that was only around lunchtime when he could smell the money.

I was happily sitting alone when another little group came over, and invaded my table of solitude. I pushed up my glasses, and looked up. It was the 'Bond-inators' self titled of course. It was supposedly a mix of James Bond and Terminator. Original huh?

"Hey ya four eyes." Race said. I had never talked to any of these boys before; I only knew their names from observation. That was how I fit in that school. I was basically invisible, and I observed everyone else.

"Four eyes?" Blink asked. I didn't think he should be calling me four eyes when he only had one.

"Yes?" I answered.

"She can speak!" Jack exclaimed. All he boys cheered, tossed random food items around the table, and threw random food items at me. I stared at them blankly.

"The real question is if she can say anything other than 'yes' and 'no.'" Race commented.

"I can say many things." I replied only loud enough to be heard. Once again they cheered and threw things. I would never understand boys, and their destructive ways. Children in Mexico would die to have the food they were casually throwing around.

While the boys continued with their annoying rituals I was looking down at the empty spot on the table in front of me. Luckily I had two older brothers and had fast reflex or the apple Jack threw at me would have hit me in the middle of my head. But I caught it, just in time too. I tossed it back to him.

"Dude? I was giving this to you, since 'Craig the Leg' stole your lunch." Jack replied stuffing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his mouth, and tossing me the apple back.

"Umm, thanks. Can I ask you something?"

"You will willingly speak?" Blink asked incredulously.

I laughed a little and asked my question. "Why do you call him 'Craig the Leg'?"

All the boys stared at me blankly. Finally Mush spoke up. "It rhymed."

I nodded slowly. Their ways were strange and unaccustomed to me. Though they were strange and sometimes unwelcome, I would soon learn they would be the best and worst things that ever happened to me.