fuck bitches, get money.cosette had her head down, focusing on her iphone screen as she texted
and walked towards the lunch line at the same time. her long legs moving
in a swift stride and her blonde hair trailing behind her. if you didn't
know better, you'd think she did runway. but no, she was just a fast
walker. and a prance-y one at that. her fingers tapped the screen rapidly.
it was a mystery how she could walk and text at the same time without
running into not one person. cosette bit her lip as she looked up
from her phone and put it back into her handbag, letting it hand
off the crook of her arm as she loaded her plate with a garden salad,
(extra dressing on the side), a sub (absolutely no tomatoes),
and an iced tea (sweet. as sweet as possible without it being
toosweet.)
cosette flipped her hair from off her shoulder so she could juggle
her designer bag and her lunch without toppling over from the weight.
she was having a great day so far. despite the fact she almost lost
track of time for class that morning at starbucks. she was never like that,
though. hopefully her first period teacher didn't think she wasn't
punctual. she looked over at all the tables, seeing that her usual
table, even from last year, was still unoccupied. everyone was so accustomed
to their tables from earlier years, they never tried to take her table.
it was kind of exclusive, if you thought about it. only people she
liked could sit there. if you weren't on her likes, vamoose.
it was right by the window, she could have a nice view of outside while
she ate. cosette thought it was a pretty nice choice.
she sat down, putting her purse in the seat beside her. she'd take
it off when one of her friends showed up. cosette took out her cell
and began to text francesca.
to: francesca
from: cosette
get your ass to the cafeteria! <3 where r u?she put her phone down and stabbed her fork into a nice, green piece
of lettuce with ranch dressing drizzled on top and chewed.