New home, no friends?

Arnie was OK, really. He put too much grease on his hair so it looked gross. And he wore shirts with dumb collars. But except for the grease and the collars he was OK because he'd talk to me.

My family had moved the summer before my senior year of high school, and I was going to a new school where I didn't know anyone. So I was glad to have someone to sit with and talk to at lunch. That way I didn't look stupid always sitting all by myself.

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