Ten minutes left before lunch time was over. I sneaked into the school backyard and brought out my case. After a week, I was here again. Doing my own stuff. Minding my own business. Lost with the cloud of smoke circling around me at very long, unhurried puffs.
The very reason I was in this situation was my smoking habit, yet, I was at it again. What was I supposed to do? Where else was I supposed to be?
Having nothing and nowhere, lunch time stretched into eternity. I avoided the cafeteria. I avoided the rooftop. Lunchtime was spent for my cleaning service. Everyone's busy devouring their lunches and chattering happily with their friends. Only at that moment that I remembered where the 'lunchbox' boy was.
This empty spot had suddenly become enchanting. Urging me to come close. To fee
