ooc;
Lunch sounds good.
bic;
Michael's shook his head as the lunch bell rang. It was official, this was the forth time that he had almost fallen asleep during his math clas.s. He rubbed his eyes, slowly standing up. Grogily, he exited the room, not bothering to look at the teacher. He didn't know what Mrs. Fenstermacher's problem was, she was just boring. Yawning, he threw his books into his locker and grabbed his wallet. "Damn, I hope I have enough for lunch today," he said, slamming the door to his locker. He started towards the cafeteria, hoping he would run into someone sooner or later.