<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=161787.msg7629670#msg7629670">Quote from: Vladimir valentine on 29-01-2013, 08:04:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Isabella- September 4th, fourth period lunch </strong><br/><br/><em>mmmmm nope, that's officially not edible. I guess I'll just wait until I get home to eat.</em> Isabella had been thinking about what to do after school when a familiar voice brought her back to reality. She realized she had been awkwardly starring at her 'unedible' and rubbery pizza. she smiled to him, her pizza now being abandoned by her.  "Hi Greg, I didn't know you had this lunch. Sure, I don't see why you can't sit here." She said lightly teasing him. She was glad to have someone to talk to during lunch, since it does get kind of uncomfortable sitting alone. "So Greg, do you think you could tutor me in math?" She got right to the point, she really didn't know him enough to strike up much more of a conversation yet. She was wearing her hoodie, though her hood was down. She looked Greg up and down, he was dorky. But she was never the kind of person to shun someone because of how they look. Besides he was nice, and he didn't shut her out like she was some kind of freak.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Greg stammered a bit more.  "Um, lunch?  Yes, um, I have this lunch."  Greg tried sitting down on one of the seats and misjudged his position and fell onto the floor, bringing a modicrum of laughter from those nearby.<br/><br/>Josh and Steven at the other table buried their heads as Greg fell but just like those who are horrified by a train wreck, Josh and Steven could not completely look away and watched to see what would happen next.<br/><br/>Greg brushed himself off a bit and blushing so red that his face and pimples could not be distinguished, he properly seated himself this time.  "Um, tutor you?  Um, yes.  Though, um, Josh is the math wiz of the group.  He's in pre-calc."  He looked over to where Josh and Steven were sitting.  Beads of sweat started to form at Greg's brow.  "Um, so, uh, when would you like me to um, well, help?"