Tuesday, Cafeteria: 7:00
Breakfast. The perfect time to sit and catch up on the math homework forgot about, buried at the bottom of my bag.
Movement across the giant, white tiled room. One of the most popular football players sits down at one of the long tables. His back is too me, clearly displaying his jersey number- 85. His blondeish hair needs cut, it hangs just to the nape of his neck.
Someone else sits down, just out of my line of sight. I turn my head slightly to the left. It's one of the non-popular kids. One of the kids that is 'shunned' by every other kid in the school. His brown hair needs cut. Buzzed, once upon a time, it's grown long.
I am shocked.
From the back, they look the same.