I am horrid because
some days
I hate eating lunch
with Christine and Dee.
They are always
Perfectly Friendly. But I
am the Intruder.
An Outsider
who has been granted entrance to
a slightly foreign land.
Sometimes I watch their mouths move as
they talk or chew or smile. It is oddly like
watching a silent movie. That makes me wonder if
I’m going crazy. Maybe it won’t be long before the
student eNews has its first interesting heading.
“Girl Suffers Psychotic Break while Eating Curly Fries!”