“other kids pack lunch”

“Lunch? You gotta be kidding. Lunch is for wimps.”

“The other kids formed a roving pack, moving like one of those clusters of birds that seem to share a single, frantic brain.”

“This was me before I knew about anything hard, when my whole life was packed lunches and art projects and spelling quizzes.”

“The kid moved, and Judith dropped her lunch tray on the table and took her seat. "Would you like to swap lunches?" she asked me. "Yours looks so much better than mine."I was holding a mashed-up tunafish sand-wich. "This?" I asked, waving it. Half the tunafish fell out of the soggy bread."Yum!" Judith exclaimed. "Want my pizza, Sam? Here. Take it." She slid her tray in front of me. "You bring great lunches. I wish my mum packed lunches like yours."I could see Cory staring at me , his eyes wide with disbelief.I really couldn't believe it, either. All Judith wanted from the world was to be exactly like me!”

“If you make me lunch," he said, "will you put it in a brown paper bag?...Because when I see kids come to school with their lunch in a paper bag, that means that someone cares about them. Miss Laura, can I please have my lunch in a paper bag?”