I walked out of gym class holding a napkin to my bloody nose. I was walking the track while the other kids were playing football and they threw it at me. I sighed and walked into the lunch room. I got a tray and walked through the lunch line. Sadly they didn't have grapes so I ended up getting an apple with some juice. I walked over to my usual table but stopped when I saw Riley and his friends sitting there. I looked at them confused and then saw Chester wave me over. I slowly walked over to them and they all smiled at me. Riley patted the seat next to him and I sat down. "What happened to your nose?" Riley asked.
"O-oh, um I g-got h-hit with a f-football," I said.
"Oh, are you okay?" Chester asked. I nodded and looked down at my tray. Is it bad that I don't know how to eat an apple? S
