I feel like a princess on a float. So I just smile and
wave. The whole Popular Table is talking to me,
competing, even, for my attention.
As the bell rings on another successful lunch, I
get up. One of the Football Faction members
leans over to me.
“Don’t sit at the gangster table. They’re scary.”
I’m shocked at his warning. “I already sat with
them. They were really nice. They just don’t
speak much English.”
He shakes his head and disappears. When I get
into the hall, all the choir girls surround me.
“What were you doing?” they ask.
“I’ve sat with everyone. They weren’t too bad.”
“But the jocks are terrifying!”
“Maya, you’re amazing!”
“You are so brave!”
Wow, I mean . . . Wow. I’ve never been
considered brave, or even bold.”
I practically soar down the hall to my next class,
but a question keeps bringing me back to
reality: Why is everyone so scared of one
another?
Which sentence best supports the idea that the narrator is not as worried about joining new friend groups as most people?
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Don't sit at the gangster table.
They weren't too bad.
I've never been considered brave or even bold.
Why is everyone so scared of one another?