She gave me her pop tart

[xans]

There's nothing quite like sharing lunch with Hen. I don't mean, I have third lunch, she has third lunch, and we hang out. Because really, I only have third lunch when we have a physics test and we don't always hang out. What I mean is, there's nothing quite like giving Hen some of my food because she had basically nothing, and then her returning the favor when she bought a packet of pop tarts.
If only that annoying boy didn't think that sitting with us, and half listening to our conversation meant he had every right to speak up. He misheard too many things and I got sick of us having to repeat ourselves for his benefit.
I do not want to write the in-class essay on the Great Gatsby tomorrow.

Fin.