Lunch, I’d say, is my favorite part of the school day. Not because the food (don’t flatter yourself lunch lady), but because that’s the time that I get some peace and quiet. Since everyone is in the cafeteria falling over themselves for the last pudding cup, no one is in the Library. The librarian looked at me from under her golden framed glasses.

“Hey kid, there’s no eating in the library, go eat with your friends.”

I looked up at her with my best “Sorry, I don’t have friends”, and to my surprise, it worked. She gave me a look of understanding and said that I could go eat at the table in the back corner. After lunch was French, and it was finally time to leave.

Stepping onto the brick patio I was greeted with the warm familiar smell of apples and cinnamon, ah yes, her specialty pie. My Grandmother is a very easy person to read, she has her tells; If she’s happy she’ll bake, the same as when she’s angry, but when she’s angry they’re so bad you can smell them a mile away. She seemed to be in a good mood.

“How was your first day of high school Orion?” She asked, cutting me a slice of pie.

“It was nothing like what I thought it was going to be, but nevertheless I had fun.”

Oh who am I kidding, that was EXACTLY what I thought it would be like, and it’s far from “fun”. It was loud, unorganized, and the whole time I just wanted to go back home. I’ve heard that high school was nothing like you’d see in the TV shows or movies, honestly, they couldn’t have got it better. Just the first day was most likely one of the most uncomfortable things I have ever been put through. Grandma looked up from her pie.

“Orion honey lets chat for a small bit.”