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“You wanna hear something funny?”
Kelly Anderson took a dainty bite out of a deformed potato chip. Her thick bangs were tossled over the side of her left eye, and a plump pimple was in the making near the bottom of her chin.
“Only if it’s really funny.” Angela Gorasco murmured as she gripped the cap of her routine Green Tea Snapple bottle. She held the bottle firmly as she twisted at the plastic blue cap. When it didn’t open, she promptly handed the bottle over to Jordan Taylor.
Kelly flashed a pasty grin followed by a nice turn up of her middle finger.
“I wanna hear.” Jordan said in a mock baby whining voice, while he popped off the Snapple cap and lifted the bottle to his mouth.
Angela’s eyes widened in horror. She lunged across the table and swiped at the drink in Jordan’s hands.
“Do you guys know Mr. Kwan?” Kelly asked lowering her voice and narrowing her eyes at the members of the table.
Jordan jerked his body away from Angela and splatters of tea stained his navy blue sweat shorts.
“That creepy Chinese guy with the scar under his eye?” Jordan asked, as Angela let out an awkward whimper.
“Goddarnit, Jordan!” she shrieked.
“Not all Asians are from China, retard.” Matt Woodard spouted off matter-of-factly as he lifted up his unopened coke can and offered it to Angela.
“No, thank you.” Angela muttered bitterly, combing her fingers through her ash blonde hair and returning to her chair.
“Hey…hey.” Jordan raised the Snapple bottle in Matt’s direction. “My brother has down syndrome…I take offense to that word.”
“Yea…he’s Korean.” Kelly’s voice trailed off as she placed another potato chip into her mouth.
“What, you only drink diet sodas?” Matt asked, his face drooping with rejection.
“You have a brother, Jordan?” Taylor Pickler chimed in as she tilted her head to the side, letting her tight curls fall to the side of her face.
“No…I prefer Pepsi.” Angela said, leaning down to pull her Burberry purse off the ground. She placed it in her lap and pulled out a piece of tissue from a pink plastic packaging.
“No.” Jordan replied, before breaking into a guttural laugh.
Angela grabbed a plastic fork out of her lunch box. She took the tissue and rubbed it lightly along the sides of the fork.
“Anyways.” Kelly said bringing down her fist so that it made a light thud on the table. “He smokes weed.”
“Classic.” Jordan said taking another swig of tea from the bottle.
“What a shining example for us, students, huh?” Taylor murmured as she uncovered the foil top of her yogurt.
“Gross.” Angela said, churning her lips in disgust. “Who really smokes weed anymore?”
For some odd reason the table fell silent…and I felt it was my cue to speak.
“Everybody smokes weed….where have you been?” I twitched my lips into a smile, as every single head at the table rose from its original position to turn in my direction.
Just wondering 
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