True Aim - Country Boy ANon

*Brrrring*
>Finally it's lunchtime.
>You walk out of your 4th period Trigonometry class
>It's apparent that you should not of taken the class.
>You don't know how to do shit in there
>And the teacher always seems to always load a shitload of homework onto all of her students
>Every single day.
>You walk to your locker, weaving through the crowd of students in the hallway.
>You toss your books into the bottom of it, and close it.
>Time for food
>You head over to the cafeteria
>Wonder what's for lunch today?
>It will be pretty good regardless.
>Mac's grandma makes some good food
>Even when it the school lunch.
>Plus it also helps that the apple family and yours are good friends.
>You walk through the cafeteria doors, and get in line for food.
>It doesn't take long before your face to face with Granny Smith
"Hello Granny Smith. How are you doing today?"
>You hold out your tray, and she gives you a cheeseburger, and a lot more fries than the other students get
>"Pretty good sonny. I got mah new hearin aids today, and I can hear just like ah used ta."
"Well thats great Granny Smith. I hope you have a nice day today."
>She thanks you, and you go to the cashier to pay for your lunch.
>You give her the exact amount, and go sit down.
>Now you need to wait for your friends to show up.
>All of them go to vo-tech, so they won't be there for another good 10 minutes.
>You begin eating your lunch, checking your phone in the process.
>You get a text from your dad saying that the person who tends to the horses quit today.
"Dammit"
>Looks like you need to find someone to fill the open spot.
>At least on the plus side it wasn't one of the people who helped milked the cows.
>You'll just have to pick up some of the slack until your able to get someone to fill the position.
>You finish off you lunch, and go dump it.
>As you walk back to your table an unfamiliar girl walks past you.

>She has red and yellow hair, and a cute face.
>She smiles at you as she passes by you.
>You smile back in response.
>You sit back down at your table, and pull up a farm equipment website on your phone.
>In your peripheral vision you see some red and yellow hair walk over to a table, and sit down.
>You're kinda curious to find out who that girl is.
>You look over towards the table she sat down at.
>There are some familiar faces siting there.
>It's Applejack, and her friends.
>They are all juniors whilst you are a senior like Big Mac.
>You connect the dots, and guess the unknown girl is also one of AJ's friends.
>Applejack notices you looking over, and she waves.
>You wave back.
>You go back to looking at your phone.
>A couple of moments later the sound of a tray landing on the table.
>Big Mac sits
"Hello Mac."
>"Likewise Non"
>He eats his lunch in relative silence.
>You see Bulk Biceps come over, and is about to sit down until a random girl waves him over to sit with her.
>"Sorry guys I gotta go sit with some of my lady friends."
"Ditchin us for some girls are ya?"
>He smirks
>"Yeah because at least I can get girls to like me"
>You know he was joking around
>But damn
>Right in your insecurities
>You shrug it off for the time being
>He walks to the girl that was flagging him to her table.
>Norman soon sits down in the seat next to Big Mac
>You greet each other, and he goes to eating.
>Big Mac finishes off his lunch, and speaks up.
>"Non I got a favor tah ask ya."
"Shoot"
>"The old Massey is in tha shop again, and we got nothin to run the mill with. Could ya bring one of yah Deeres over to the farm today."
>You laugh.
"I guess, if you can handle a John Deere easily doing what your Massey can barely do"
>"Watch it Non or ah will have tah smack yah if you keep badmouthin my Massey."
>The Masseyfag is getting slightly triggered.
"Alright, fine."
>You spend the rest of the lunch period shootin the shit with Norman and Mac.

>The bell rings, and the three of you part ways.
>Each heading to different parts of the building.
>You grab your things from your looker, and head for your next class
>Chemistry.
>Hopefully we get to blow some more shit up again you think to yourself.