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"Yeah, sure. There's a small cafe right over there, and it's pretty good," Charles said, pointing. He was glad the topic changed to getting food. He knew the best places, both cheap and expensive. "I could pay for it, since you're new in town. And don't try to say no." He glanced at her, hoping that him paying would be okay.

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"Are you sure? I can pay if you want." She felt guilty not paying for her own food. She always had before. As Madi was never really taken anywhere by anyone...

Madi looked at the cafe from ceiling to floor. It was quaint and cute. She hadn't been to something like this in a while. It was nice to change it up, but she felt like the odd one out when others started waving to Charles. It would probably be a while before she got to know most of the folks in town. She stared up at the overhead menu above the counter. For the most part it was mainly sandwhiches, breakfast and lunch type, with salad, soups, and coffee. *Cute* she thought. "What are you getting?"

(Crud, I have to go. I should be on around the same time tomorrow, but for longer.)

"Okay," Charles said, stepping in line. The line was only a couple people, and in barely any time at all it was their turn. "I'll have the special," he told the cashier, pulling out his money. "She'll have the soup of the day, cup size." Charles didn't question Madi's choice. He actually didn't think of it at all.

Charles handed over the twenty he pulled out. Getting back his change and the receipt, he smiled back at her. Sure enough, he knew her, as they went to the same school until she had graduated. Usually he would ask her how things were going, but he was already feeling awkward trying to hang out with Madi, so the last thing he needed was to start a conversation with yet another girl.

Charles shrugged. "Well, the school is cool. The classes are good, even if not all the teachers are. And there are a bunch of activities to do, like sports and clubs. The other kids are awesome, except for a couple douches," He explained. "In such a small town, people tend to be nice, since you're more than likely going to see the person you talk to again."

"Like any other teachers, I guess," Charles replied. "I mean, we have three math teachers. One is fun, and jokes around with everyone. He's also super chill. Then there's one who is nice, and she tries to help out. She's really good. And the last is super strict. No one messes with her, but also no one can argue about her methods. The average grade total in her class is a 98, and I'm pretty sure there hasn't been a failing grade on her finals."

Charles laughed. "Maybe you should," He said, smiling. "She's super tough, but her explanations are good. When I was in her class, my grades dropped, but I went in for help. And if you get too low of a grade on her test, she'll make you go in for an entire week of review classes."

"Well, I don't know much about the art classes," Charles admitted. "I know my sister does some of them, but I myself don't. I've never been much of an artist." He never really cared for art. He stopped as soon as he could. As far as he was concerned, Charles only cared about the sports he was in, and the small band the school had.

"I play in the band," Charles replied. "On the trumpet. I also do sports, mainly swimming, but I also do track as a sprinter." He always felt self conscious about that, as all his track friends were also in cross country and ran distance. But Charles was always trying to better his swimming abilities, and was going into diving, so he had less time for running.

"We have a cheerleading team here," Charles replied. "It's a small team, but they go to every game and meet to cheer on the teams. I bet you could rejoin if you wanted to." He knew all of them, and had three good friends on the team. He knew they tried their best to be everywhere at once, and he even remembered a time when the team split into two groups to go to two games going on at the same time.

"It's because we're a small town," Charles replied. "We don't have much to do, so to keep kids from getting in trouble the school gives a lot of activities. It helps too, since it gets scholarships for colleges a long ways away. And no one seems bothered by the fact that they have to help raise money for the school. Some kids even put in their allowances for the clubs to stay."

"Yeah," Charles replied. "I was born here, but my parents moved here. They met when they both ran for mayor years ago. My mom won, but they ended up getting together and having me and my sister. They only recently ran again, and this time my dad won, and my mom's his secretary."