Benefits of Friendship
Lunchtime.
It was definatly the best time of the day, at least it was to seventeen year old Chris. It was the only period of the day that he didn't have to stretch his mind, as if he ever did that. Uusually he slept through his clsses anyways.
Chris entered the lunchroom tiredly, searching for an open table. He wasn't tall but nor short either. Just average with a medium build and blonde hair that hung just a little below his eyebrows. He wasn't a overly strong boy, far from weak but not muscular. He wore a pair of tighter black jeans and a white and red t-shirt.
He was a pretty popular boy who didn't compete in many school activities. He didn't get out all that much, only hanging out with his friends. He was attractive though. Not the rugged kind. He had an almost feminine look to him, something which he personally hated but many females enjoyed.
The boy yawned as he sat down at one of the lunchtables and laid his head down tiredly.
"I hate school..."
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