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❝No one plans murder out loud, Miya.❞ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
[First Grade]
Elementary school lunchtime was more equivalent to a zoo during feeding hour. Loud, childish voices called over each other as the young students searched for or talked to their friends. Hands grabbed at food and shoving was not uncommon. Teachers did their best to keep order but had pretty much given up by the third week; they mainly made sure that everyone got fed and no one got hurt.
Juliet hated lunch.
It had been alright when she'd been sitting at Sarah's table; all the girls did their best to act like princesses, had their meals packed by their parents and there was absolutely no horsing around. However, the redhead always had to buy her lunch since her mom was too busy working to make her one. This meant that she was subjected to being jostled around by the students who were waiting ahead and behind her in line. What was worse was that she almost always missed dessert.
Lunch was still terrible but at least it was much improved now that she sat with Shawn. At the first mention of her hatred of waiting in line, the boy offered to get her lunch every day "until the end of time" as he put it. She'd taken the offer immediately and her job now was to make sure to save his seat next to her while he got their food.
