The first time I bought Lunch at school, I was eleven. Silently I waited As the line crept along. I fingered The dollar bill in My pocket. I held on to it. When I passed the Orange bucket of water bottles, Swiftly and sneakily, I grabbed one. My hands immediately Burned With the cold. Passing the bottle from hand to hand, I Waited Until it was My turn. The bottle dropped to the floor. My cheeks burning, I bent down and Picked it up, The cold spreading through my body Calming the red. As I stood up, My eyes met Her eyes. Standing behind the counter she Pointed at the Small gray machine. The red returned and I Hurriedly punched in my number. My red-hot embarrassment and fear melted away with the cold Of the Water bottle. She looked at me again and, Seeming to understand, She smiled. The calming chill of my bottle spread to my face and Smiled for me. I held up the bottle and She pressed something on her screen. She smiled again. I lowered the bottle and our eyes met, a silent thank-you passing between them. I walked away with My water bottle, Again Tossing it from Hand to Hand. The cold filled me and calmed me, Like ice in my veins.