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food in the orphanage

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I was pushed out of my thoughts by the ringing of a bell reminding me to go to my next lesson.

Maths was next, I hate maths, I always have and I always will. I also dispised my maths teacher, Mr Robson. He had limp, jet black hair and goggle glasses, he always dressed in his white long sleeved shirt, tightly tucked in, with a baby blue tie and some navy blue trousers with a matching blazer.

I sat down at my desk, near my best friend Sophie, who had cropped chestnut hair, she was just a head shorter than me. Although she was my best friend, I had lots of other friends too. I always considered myself the most popular girl in the Orphanage.

Time seemed to drag on in maths, like it normally does, but eventually the next bell rang for lunch and of course, I was the first one out.

In lunch we had cold, soggy lasagne, washed down with water or if we're lucky some watery milk. We weren't allowed to have juice because apparently it is too sweet! We used to have desert on Tuesday but that would mean instead of having proper lunch, we would have soup, because the Chef said he didn't have enough time to make both proper lunch and desert, but we didn't mind. Though one time Mr Robson thought we were being ungrateful when hardly any of us wanted to eat the soggy carrot cake. He went to the Head of the Orphanage and told him that we complained about the lack of food on Tuesdays because of the soup. In an attempt to get them to stop giving us dessert. He failed.

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Authors note:

hia soz ish so short but i have not got much time to update with school and al that okay bye!!! oh and please coment and vote or ill stop updating cuz i didnt get much comments before okay thx xx!