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23.9.08

Lunch...the next day

Lunch, the biggest social event of the day. Jonas had it fourth period....where to sit. He couldn't sit by Penelope, though he wanted to, he wanted to sit by her and tell her everything and just melt out everything he was holding in, to her but he couldn't he couldn't face her they'd been through to much......with Lucy.

He chose an empty table in the corner. Shit, the preps were behind him. They consisted of aeropostale freaks and hollister heads. Everyone of them was perfect as if they had just walked out of an Abrecrombie and fitch catalog. It made Jonas sick. He turned to see them. The ringleaders of there discrimnating clique, Cynthia and Christopher, were in a serious makeout session. It was rather intense. He never quite understood how this cheerleader could practically sleep with the captin of the football team during lunch, then be reicarnated into the poster child of virginal goodness by fith period.

Penelope walks out of the lunch line. No one is there to save her a seat anymore. Lucy would bring her lunch everyday, and get there early and always got the best seat in the house: second to last, next to the window, just far away enough from any football team arm wrestle but not in west africa. Looks like anther bathroom luch for me, she thought. Penelope didn't notice Jonas, she was to obsorbed in her thoughts.

They Stop and notice Jonas staring. Crap, now he's going to look like some kind of pervert. Just what I need, he thought. He hid his face in his arms and turned up the volume on his ipod, to the point at which The Wombats were blaring in his ears.

"OMG!!! What are you staring at?" Her voice was cold as ice, "What a loser". Cynthia mumbles this to herself, but Jonas could hear.

"Poor guy, never gonna get any action like we do!" Chris hoots to his team too loud, highfiving each of them as he says this. He wants Jonas to hear.

"Ya Man! We score on and off the field!"Abercrombie Model recives high fives and big hoots from the rest of the team, Chris is the loudest of them all. Jonas thought all this was stupid, they're idea of points and they're barbarick scoring system was disgusting.

He remembered Lucy, and her kiss, for it was soft and full and lushish. He remebered the night of the party, the night they kissed, the night she died.

6 comments:

huh? said...

omg im gonna make the same kind of blog cuz im bored dont no what its called yet tell u later.

Unknown said...

So angst and sweet. Great combination.

Keep writing!

Cait said...

Its getting good. Like your descriptions. Love the music on the blog. Its got this edgy surreal quality to it.

Keep going. Please.

Catherine & the Crazies said...

thanks i spent along time looking for songs i think the irst two are the best though

ellie said...

I really liked this scene. You really set the mood with your descriptions.

I really can't wait to read more.

Stay inspired.

:)♥KaNdY-LoVe♥(: said...

Aww... sadness. I sorry I haven't been commenting. I am going to read all the post that I missed starting now.