All monkeys cannot hang on the same branch.
~African proverb

How time goes by so fast is always a mystery to me. Lunchtime had already arrived.

I had to enter the cafeteria and it was very different from the one at my old school. All the students got their lunch and sat down to enjoy it.

Almost all the tables were filled with students. It looked like people sat according to their social status.

I noticed Tristan sitting next to Kassy and others I don't know but they looked like they could be popular. As in, their dressing and the way they carried themselves just made it clear. It seemed like everyone kept staring at them and they seemed to love the attention.

Sitting on a table that was crowded was not my plan so I wanted to go to the table at the back and whilst I was on my way I saw Tristan staring at me, then he waved at me with a smile on his face. So I waved back and I could see all the popular people gawking at me. I hate it when people stare at me especially with looks that indicate displeasure. So I decided to immediately take a seat on an empty table.

"Hi... do ya mind if I can sheat next to ya?" Said a white girl with braces, waiting for my response. She was actually really tall and even though she wore glasses and many things that hid her, I could see a really pretty girl.

"Please take a seat, I  don't mind," I said politely.

"Thank you. My name is Pearl Adams, what's your name?" She said whilst taking a seat.

"My name is Luna Dawns ."

"Oh... I see, so how long have you been in this school ?" She asked.

"Today is my first day."

"Really? I guess you are still yet to learn more about this school. I remember when it was my first day at this school, no one spoke to me and that is why I have no friends." She lowered her head.

"I am so sorry about that, I would love to be your friend if you let me."

"You don't have to be my friend to make me feel better."

"I am not choosing to be your friend because I want you to feel better, I am doing it because you're the only student in this school that has treated me so kindly, " I said truthfully ."Everyone kept staring at me like I am some sort of outcast but you have been so nice to me. I would love to make friends with you."

"Well, if you say so then why not? "She said  laughing." I know this is an awkward way of becoming your friend but you can't  blame me it's been a long time since I made a friend."

"Yeah, it's okay. So since you've been in this school for a long time, you might as well tell me what you know about it and its members."

"Well, where can I start?" She asked.

"Let us start with the popular people."  I really wanted to know those people before I judge them.

"Okay, there is Tristan Klein." She said pointing in his direction but fortunately, we were seated at the back so none of them could see us pointing or talking about them.

"He's the nice one. Very friendly and handsome." She said, staring at him.

"Pearl!" I screamed, trying to snap her out of reverie.

"Oh...sorry." She giggled.

"What about the rest?" I asked ignoring that she was still staring at Tristan.

"Um.. then that's  Brandon Klein." She  pointed to a boy who looked similar to Tristan  except he had hazel eyes and brown hair." He is Tristan's young brother except he is such a dirtbag; so opposite to his older brother."

" Did he say or do something to you ?"

"Well---" She got cut off by the siren that indicated that lunchtime was over and pearl didn't even finish telling me about it.

"Ha..." She sighed." I guess I will see you tomorrow. "

"See ya Pearl. "

Pearl seemed so upset with Brandon which made me curious about what he did to her.

💜Being Black💜

"The interaction between genes and certain environmental factors can influence how a child develops during pregnancy ." Said the teacher of biology," So as a project, I would love for you guys to act like parents. You will be given fake babies."

Surprisingly, everyone found that exciting such that they all cheered.

"You will be in pairs because obviously parents are usually two,"she said." About who to partner with, you shall decide."

"Thank you, madam!" One of the female students shouted.

"Tristan will you be my fake babies father?" Most of the girls in class kept screaming.

"Tristan?" I muttered. I didn't know that he was in my biology class. I looked behind and I could see all the girls crowded around him. It seemed like the teacher of biology had no problem because she watched them doing so without uttering a single word.

"I know I am such an awesome teacher, but girls, please let Tristan choose who he will work with." Mrs. Smith, my teacher of biology said, causing all the girls to be silent.

"Actually, I would love to work with..." Tristan said still deciding who he wanted to work with.

"Luna."

"Luna!" All the girls screamed in unison.

"Luna? I mean me?" He wanted to be my partner? My fake babies pretend father? That just left me and all the other girls speechless.

"I guess he has decided, now girls please respect his decision."Mrs . Smith commanded.

"Would you look at that I guess it is time for you to go home." She said looking at her wrist watch.

I know people would start questioning me about being Tristan's partner. So I immediately left the classroom and I could hear someone following me behind. I looked behind and then I realized that I had forgotten to talk about the whole fake baby project with Tristan because he was the one following me.

"Oh... Tristan,  I am so sorry for making you follow me."

"It's okay, so about the fake baby project ---"

"Oh.. that," I interrupted ." We can discuss that tomorrow."

"I guess someone really loves home, you are in such a rush."

"Not really, it is just that I have so much homework and never have I been given this much homework to do, so I gotta go." I lied trying to hide the true reason why I wanted to go and that was because I couldn't handle people constantly gawking at me.

"Okay... see ya Luna."

Immediately I left the school premises, I saw my mom in her car patiently waiting for me. I was so relieved to see her because that meant that I completed a day of school.

I entered the car and sat on the passengers seat and my mom seemed very happy to see me.

"Who was that boy?" My mom asked excitedly.

"Mom! He is just my project partner, jeez!". I don't even know how she saw me with Tristan because we were discussing on the school premises.

" Oh, okay, any news?" My mom said while starting the engine of the car.

"Yeah, a lot," I said. "First, who would have thought that I would turn out to be the only black person in that school. I thought many black people stay in Germany."

"Yeah, but I guess it is just your school that has no black people."

"Eh... second what kind of school does projects that involve fake babies?"

"So that's the project you're doing with that boy?" She muttered.

"Yeah, weird right?"

"No that's  actually really fun ."

Fun? Mom doesn't find that weird that I am partnered with a boy and he is acting like my fake baby's father.

"Anything else?"

"Na... I guess that's  all I can say, mom."

"Okay honey, remember to always tell me what's  bothering you okay?"

"Okay, mom I will."