Literature
Danielle 2
By the time I had slumped into a chair, lunch was already half over, so I decided to forego it--not that unusual for me anyway. I was perfectly content to just plop down at a table and stew while pretending to chat with Blake and Andrew when something caught my eye.
Or, rather, a lack of a few key some-ones. Danielle is sitting completely alone in the other end of the room at her usual table, sans the crowd of admirers. I honestly dont know where her friends went, they could be in the back puking in the soup for all I cared (or gave thought to), when I found myself starting to walk over to her.
I sat down directly across from Danielle