"Hey, Chris?", I said as nicely as I could, but I think he dislikes me for some reason.
"Hello.", he said looking at me like I was Hades or The Devil
"Hey, uh", I said in a nervous tone, "D-do you think I could maybe sit with you guys at lunch today? Um, you know, Alice, you..... Angela.", oh, why did It have to take me so long to say her name?
"Sure", he said looking me up and down and to check me for deformities or mental illness(which by this time I was sure I had some of).
I nodded and then walked away, I still don't understand what I did wrong.
That's awesome!
ReplyDeletePoor Harold, Chris hates him for no reasonable reason.
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