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    Unknowingly Knowing the Past

    I walked into the cafeteria. Aren’t they supposed to sell food here? The stuff in the lunch line doesn’t look like food to me. Beef stew, is supposed to have something in it that resembles beef. Or at least some sort of meat. Or anything from the damn food pyramid! I don’t think ‘gray slop’ is a real food product. I don’t really like my food gray.

    Oh, well.

    I grabbed the ‘beef stew’ and something that was labeled fruit (the colorful sign doesn’t fool me). And I walked into the table area and stopped frozen. Damn.

    This school is more cliquey than my last school. And I was going private! (seriously anyone who tells you catholic girls can’t be bitchy is lying to you) These kids must have know each other since they were born or something. This is way to ‘small town’ for me. My last school had 800 kids, and I thought that was too small town. (yet it was the second smallest school in the town) This place has like 200! They fit everyone in one lunch period. Damn. (is that going to be my new favorite word?)

    I walked over to a table that had four girls sitting there. I looked right in the girls faces and made sure they knew I was standing there. I’m not going to wait an hour for you to stop talking, just so I can sit down. Hello, I’m a person, I get tired…and bored. What is she even talking about? Corn?

    “Hey, my name’s Ella. I’m new.” I seriously doubt they need to be told. A new kid in town probably makes the front page in this town.

    “Hey. I’m Natalie, welcome to Forks.” Oh, did I mention I’m in Forks? As in Forks, Washington? (yes that really is a real town, so is Sandwich, Illinois. They have killer hot dogs.) This ‘lovely’ town is the sight of my favorite books. Twilight series! Obviously. I was excited at first when I got here. Then I saw the weather. It sucks worse then when we lived in Wisconsin. (no offence to people who love Wisconsin, you’re just too cloudy for me)

    They started to introduce themselves around the table. “I’m Jessica.” “I’m Maggie.” “I’m Abby.” I smiled at all of them. Maybe I’ll actually have friends here. Plus one for Forks! That’s one pro Forks, five against. Not good odds.

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