-at Lunch-
Artie and I grabbed our lunch tray. "Come sit with us."
Us? I followed him to a bàn with three other students. One really tall guy wearing a football jersey, one preppy dressed girl, and one hefty African-American girl. I took a ghế, chỗ ngồi tiếp theo to the tall guy. Artie wheeled up tiếp theo to me.
"Sol, this is Finn", pointed to tall guy, "Rachel", pointed to preppy, "and Mercedes.", pointed to the African-American girl.
"Hi", the trio đã đưa ý kiến in unison.
"Hi", I đã đưa ý kiến back.
"Are bạn new here", Mercedes asked me.
"Yeah."
"Are bạn a freshman", asked Rachel.
I shook my head. "Sophomore."...
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