no one sits with him, he doesn’t fit in
He sits at the last cafeteria table, the one closest to the last window, quietly eating his homemade tuna sandwich.
“What kid eats tuna?” Bobby Bolfisk, the class bully, steals a glance at the kid and sneers back to his table-mates.
“Only a kid as smelly as tuna.” Kristen Jansen, Bobby’s girlfriend, for lack of a better word.
He can’t hear exactly what they’re saying, but he get’s the gist. It’s the same old thing. He takes a sip of his juice and goes back to drawing in his well-worn notebook.
“Hey, there’s space over there.” The new girl, Jenny, says to her new friend. “By that boy.”
“That’s Michael, no one sits with him. Would totally ruin your rep.” The dark-haired girl curls her nose. “He’s weird.”
Jenny shrugs and follows Brenda, but she can’t take her eyes of the poor boy. ‘Michael.’ She wants to talk to him, but her new girl status and shyness have he being taken by Brenda to the girl’s own table.
“Why doesn’t anyone sit with Michael?” Jenny slips casually her question into the conversation.