The Lunch Hour.

I never heard her sitting or talking in the corridor. I always saw her, quietly sitting with her posture straight and reading books. Maybe she was new. I thought she would be the smart kid or in my language nerd.

I saw her outside the class on the first day, she grabbed her lunch and disappeared into thin air. For the next few days I follow her, I know following someone is wrong but I was blinded with curiosity.

I saw three girls approaching (these were the bullies), first I thought it was me and then they changed the direction towards the girl. It was 10 minutes to lunch and the girls approaching snatched the girl's lunch. I was petrified but angry at the same time. As they walked away I heard heavy sobbing in the washroom.

I reached the washroom to find out what exactly happened. I heard the girl sobbing and then she gives me a look. There was absolute silence for a minute and then she finally spoke. She said that I should not have come here and told me that she always is hungry during lunch breaks. At this point I felt goosebumps in my hand, I felt pity for her.

As soon as I was done comforting her and giving her my share of the food. I went to my teachers and told them the whole situation. I also told the girl that she can have lunch with us and no one would mind. The girl gave a smile. I never saw her do that, she was always with this blank face.

It was great helping someone. It contributed to the way she is now. Everyone wants a friend like her and yes I forgot the most important part her name is Nat.