"So, are any of you going to the dance?" I ask the lunch table, or which it's inhabitants are Artie, Cinna, and Jewel. "Yea," Jewel says. "I'm going after the track meet. I look to Artie, who shakes their head. "Bat Mitzvah stuff," they say. Debbie also isn't going, since they have a camping trip. "Well what about Jordyn?" I ask. "Basketball tournament," Cinna replies. "They're goinna miss some school, too." "But I think Dom is going, so we'll still have some people to hang out with." "Now," I say with a smile, "What are you guys wearing?" Being the fashionista I am, and being so into my looks it might be called vain, this is the real question I wanted to ask. But, you know, you gotta make small talk first. However, instead of heated discussion like wether or not to follow the theme (Midnight in Manhatten) or if any of the boys are gonna wear tuxedos (highly unlikely but man would that be funny), all I get are "I don't knows" from everyone. "Okay, well, I guess I'll see what y'all are wearing on Friday." I say, walking away too get to class. "Oh, and happy late birthday Artie!" "Thanks Chris!" they yell back. "And happy early bat mitzvah!" I yell as I bump into the door. "Thanks again!" "And I'll see you in class once lunch ends!" "You got it!" "And I'll see you for Tuesday electives!" " . . . " "Hello?" " . . . " "HELLO?!" " . . . " "Hmm, I must be too far away for her to hear me."
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