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Lunch held little interest to Luka. He had money but would rather spend it on a new photography book at Borders. He silently floated from his classroom, through the halls and ended up outside the school. The students were bustling around him, making plans and chatting. The chaos would make an interesting picture but Luka learned the hard way about taking out his camera at school. The last time he had to skip the rest of the day after some jocks accused him of stalking them and their girlfriends. He made his way to a vacant picnic table and set his messenger bag on it. “Hey loser, we were here first,” Luka turned around to face the bitchy brunette, and her army of minions, he had history class with. She had appeared out of nowhere but still Luka stuttered, “Oh, um, sorry”. He picked up his things and shuffled away. While still in earshot, Luka overheard the brunette army’s conversation. “He’s kinda cute?” “Ew, god no. We have much better standards.”
It seemed that poor Luka couldn’t live up to anyone’s expectations. He recently got notice he was failing gym and that set his parents off. His mom was an athlete, his father was an athlete, and his two siblings were athletes; where did he go wrong? Failing gym was the least of Luka’s problems though. He wandered around the quad, looking for Talia, the only person who ever bothered to understand him. She probably dozed off somewhere and forgot about him, typical Lee. Though he’d never openly admit it, when Talia neglected Luka, he felt hurt and betrayed as though it was a personal attack. He found a bench to sit on; he swung his legs up onto it as if to dare anyone to challenge his claim on it.