[ In the shadow of the football bleachers was not Farrah's first choice lunching location. He's still figuring out where is: it needs to be somewhere quiet, somewhere with good light but with shade, outdoors while the weather was still nice enough for it. He thought he'd found a perfect spot near the auditorium where there was a bench and overhang, but a group of locals had crowded around to smoke and talk too loud, so he'd wandered off to the bleachers instead.
They weren't bullying him, not really. There was more an air of impending harassment, as if they were testing out how easy it would be to push him around, what bothered him, and what they could get away with. Farrah had so far succeed in giving them little to go on by casually walking away or pretending he didn't understand what they were saying. Eventually they were going to realize that if he was fluent enough in english to be in advanced classes, then he's fluent enough to insult.
A crow joins him before long. Maybe the same crow he's seen during past lunches, or even the same one he's seen in his yard? The same flock at least, certainly been around enough to associate him with food, since Farrah tosses it a bit of whatever he has when he notices it.
He doesn't greet the bird aloud this time, seeing as he's in the middle of chewing a french fry when he notices it. Instead, he silently reaches into the paper bag with the rest of his food, withdraws a good sized fry, and flicks it in the crow's direction. A fry is probably as good for the bird as it is for him, but that's one solid upside of american schools- he gets to choose what he wants to eat. ]
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They weren't bullying him, not really. There was more an air of impending harassment, as if they were testing out how easy it would be to push him around, what bothered him, and what they could get away with. Farrah had so far succeed in giving them little to go on by casually walking away or pretending he didn't understand what they were saying. Eventually they were going to realize that if he was fluent enough in english to be in advanced classes, then he's fluent enough to insult.
A crow joins him before long. Maybe the same crow he's seen during past lunches, or even the same one he's seen in his yard? The same flock at least, certainly been around enough to associate him with food, since Farrah tosses it a bit of whatever he has when he notices it.
He doesn't greet the bird aloud this time, seeing as he's in the middle of chewing a french fry when he notices it. Instead, he silently reaches into the paper bag with the rest of his food, withdraws a good sized fry, and flicks it in the crow's direction. A fry is probably as good for the bird as it is for him, but that's one solid upside of american schools- he gets to choose what he wants to eat. ]