-at Lunch-
Artie and I grabbed our lunch tray. "Come sit with us."
Us? I followed him to a table 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 seat next to the tall guy. Artie wheeled up next 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 said in unison.
"Hi", I said back.
"Are you new here", Mercedes asked me.
"Yeah."
"Are you a freshman", asked Rachel.
I shook my head. "Sophomore."...
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