Lunchtime

Lunchtime
By StellaRae Holt

    I sit down in the my 6th grade classroom, leaning my back against the carpet-covered block that sits in the very front of the room. Stretching my feet out in front of me, I open my lunchbox, pleased to find my favorite kind of sandwich; turkey.
    I hear the door of Portable A open, and there’s Claire, Olivia, and Sophia.
    “What’s up!” I exclaim. Sophia sits on my left, while Olivia and Claire take their usual spots to the side of where we’re sitting.
    “Hi!” Sophia says, opening up her lunch box.
    “Olivia, did you have a swim meet this weekend?” Claire asks, taking a bite of her giant chocolate-chip muffin.
    “Yeah. I got second place!” Olivia exclaims, pushing her sleek, red hair out of her face.
    “Good job!” Hannah says, appearing out of nowhere, sitting at her usual perch on top of a high stool, munching microwave popcorn. The door of the portable opens again, and there’s Hailey and Anna, lunch trays in hand.
    “Why did you have school lunch today, Hailey?” I ask. Hailey hardly ever has school lunch.
    “My mom didn’t go grocery shopping this weekend,” she replies, glaring down at her sub.
    Connor, William and Maison come soon. Connor tries to push Hannah off the stool.
    “Hijack the stool! It’s mine!” He yells.
    “Connor, don’t abuse the Hannah child!” Maison says.
    “No! It’s my stool!” Connor says, still trying to wrestle the stool from Hannah.