#57- Lunch

The middle of the day was always the worst in school- at least in the morning, you were semi-awake after talking to your friends before school and near the end you were all pumped for school activities or just ready to go home and chill. The only thing you looked forward to was lunch.

It was 4th period Algebra 2, and Dorothy was barely awake- blinking, poking herself in the nose with her pencil, and doodling in her notebook (her dog Toto and mini portraits of classmates around her). The teacher was going on something about irrational numbers and how they worked into equations when the bell rang and, above the noise of the students and brainless chatter, she yelled, "No homework, just study for the quiz!"

"Well, that's one quiz I expect to fail," quipped a silver-haired boy who slipped up next to Dorothy and shifted his equally shiny backpack on her back. "What do you think?"

"I don't really know," she said, scanning the hallways for someone, though she knew he wouldn't be hard to find. "Do you know what Scarecrow has fourth period, Nick?"

Nick Chopper, a.k.a Tin Man to his Tech Ed/woodshop classmates, grinned at her. "Ooh, why do you want to know?"

She blushed a little and kept looking. "Um, he owes me money for lunch."

"He never eats lunch. He hardly eats anything. You just want to see him," gleefully said the punk boy, jumping a little bit. "Haha, Dorothy loves-"

"Scarecrow!" she said, cutting Nick off as she spotted the hay-colored hair and plaid-clad figure of her friend moving awkwardly through the hallway.

"Sorry I couldn't find you, it's like I'm missing my brain or something," he said, smiling widely at her. Her heart pretty much melted right there.

"Oh this is sickeningly sweet, loves, but I've got to get going," said Nick, and with that, disappeared down to hall to his girlfriend, Nimee, who grabbed his hand and dragged him away cheerily.

"Ready for lunch?" he asked, and she linked arms with him, their custom way of walking, and went down to the cafeteria. It was only 2 days into the year and already they sat together and had figured out ways to get to classes as close to each other as possible.

"As long as those rude girls aren't there anymore- what were there names?" she mused, furrowing her brow.

"Psh, their just Witches," he said, waving his hand and accidentally whacked a couple of kids in the head, but they just kept walking because you always suffer injuries moving around in the halls.

"Yeah," she said, looking ahead, glad he was there.