But then the same thing happened that happened yesterday: our lunch table was called, they got their food,
and then headed toward a new table on the other side of the cafeteria.
Unfortunately, Mrs. G, who was the lunch teacher that day, saw what happened and chased after them.
“That’s not allowed, boys!” she scolded them loudly. “This is not that kind of school. You get right back to your table.”
Oh great, like that was going to help. Before they could be forced to sit back down at the table, I got up with my tray and walked away really fast.
I could hear Mrs. G call my name, but I pretended not to hear and just kept walking to the other side of the cafeteria, behind the lunch counter.
“Sit with us, Jack.” It was Summer. She and August were sitting at their table, and they were both waving me over.
Why I Didn’t Sit with August the First Day of School
Okay, I’m a total hypocrite. I know. That very first day of school I remember seeing August in the cafeteria.
Everybody was looking at him. Talking about him. Back then, no one was used to his face or even knew that he was coming to Beecher,
so it was a total shocker for a lot of people to see him there on the first day of school.
Most kids were even afraid to get near him. So when I saw him going into the cafeteria ahead of me,
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