By the time lunch rolled around I was still thinking about my conversation with Evan.

I finished my lunch, but I was still a little hungry, and I had no more money on my account. How was I to suffice my craving for a warm chocolate chip cookie?

Answer… mooch off Blake.

Ahh, Blake, I don’t think there is any possible way to describe him. So many people make fun of him, and of course I can’t blame them, but I guess in comparison, I am a lot nicer to Blake then most people. Blake can act very “female like” at times, if you know what I mean. And Blake has way to much facial hair for an 8th grader. Maybe he will start shaving this year, and get rid of those sideburns.

“Hey Blake, my bestest friend in the whole world, wanna buy me a cookie?” I pleaded with puppy eyes.

It didn’t take too long to persuade him…

Blake does not have very many friends.