Chapter 2 A Story Beginning

Awhile later, the bell rang for lunch, and I decided to go sit outside, seeing as it was a perfectly beautiful day. Rita had packed me a lunch in an old Bowling For Soup tin lunchbox. It was kinda’ creepy having Rita pack my lunch, and I was especially sick when I saw what she had packed me. As I flipped open the lid, my eyes met the horrible sight of a soggy, brown, sandwich, oozing yellow liquid that looked too much like pus, and I threw it back into my lunchbox, furious at Rita. Why did she always have to pack me horrible stuff when I could just as well buy a lunch? She never understood me, why couldn’t she now? I quickly looked up when I heard the swish of jeans; Jordan, of all people, came to my table, bringing with him a steaming hot pizza slice upon a blue tray, with buttery green beans and a mouthwatering chocolate chip cookie on the side next to his cool, refreshing white milk.