1• Autumn

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• September 12, Monday •
• 12:24 p.m •

"I don't know Steffy, he seems a little weird. Weirdo." My friend said as we sat outside eating lunch. Schools back in session and I kind of like it. Lots of new faces.

"Don't call him that. Maybe he needs a friend." I stared at him from a distance while eating my lunch. "My teacher said today's his first day and he's from Brooklyn."

"What teacher?" He asked.

"Mr. H."

He scoffed. "What does Mr. H know? He dumb as fuck. I'm surprised they let him teach this year."

I chuckled. "You a fool Raymond."

"Well since you so worried about the boy from Brooklyn. Go talk to him."

"Noooo." I said.

"Why? You the one making a big deal out of it." He ate his chips.

"I know. I'm just shy." I looked down and poked the nasty ass school food on my plate.

   He sat across from where we were at a table alone, writing in a journal as the wind tossed his dreads. He didn't even touch the food sitting in front of him. He was so focused on the paper he was writing on.

"Don't be shy! Just say hi to him at least."

"He looks a little scary to be honest." I frowned.

"True. He's pretty big. Probably toss ya adorable ass out the window."

   Clouds formed and it started drizzling. We didn't mind the rain since we had our hoodies on. Leaves poured from the trees while an earthy smell surrounded us. Fall has to be my favorite season.

"Shut up!" I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Just sayin'." Raymond looked down at his phone. "Shit, it's twelve thirty. See you later Steffy." He hugged me and dumped his tray.

"Bye Ray."

   The only thing I hate right now is my lunch time. I have a extra ten minutes for no reason. Raymond leaves at twelve thirty and I leave at twelve forty. For what? Why?
   Raymond is my only friend at this school and I'm his only friend. We became friends last year, Eleventh grade. I remember when I was eating lunch and he just sat with me and we started talking about random stuff. He's the brother I never had.

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