As I put my phone back in my pocket, that boy from homeroom walked in. I was expecting him to just head for the urinal, and then leave but he came str...ight to me.“I don’t think its right how they treat you”“Yeah, but I can’t really do anything about it”I was feeling sad, first because I hated being treated badly, and picked on. Second, Luke wasn’t here and that was depressing me also.“If Luke was here, he could make me feel better though”“Yeah, I bet you feel pretty lonely right now”He was. But there’s no law against holding one, and so he slips one out of the pack, puts the rest away and strokes it thoughtfully under the table as he watches, the pad of his calloused thumb rasping over the paper seam between the filter and the tube, the tip of his deeply ridged nail digging slightly into the seam of the tube. A strange choreography overtakes the movement, as it always does when he’s concentrating: over the seam, into the seam and back, over the seam, into the seam and back.. To fir office resign karke mene ek consultancy kholi jiska office first floor me tha. Muje waha ek ladki chahiye thi jo reception sambhale aur mera recruitement ka kaam bhi deke jab mai office me nahi hu. Muje samaj nahi aa raha tha kyuki bharose ki ladki bhi chahiye thi, ek din market me ghum raha tha ki meri school ki junior muje mili jiska naam lily tha, school me dekhne me wo kuch khas nahi lagti thi, lekin jab mene usse dekha to dekhta hi reh gaya, kya maal ho gayi thi wo, uska fig. "DAMN!" he swore as fought to straighten out the head piece thatwas now covering his eyes. Grimly, he started to stand and foundthat he had twisted his ankle badly during the fall.It was the crowning indignity of the evening. Totally exhausted,his toes trying fruitlessly to curl against the painful grip ofthe shoes, he simply sat there on the ground, fuming. Resigned,he reviewed everything that had gone wrong about this party,starting with his "choice" of costume. "Choice," he.