Greasy pizza.
Sloppy burgers.
Dried out salads.
Burned chicken nuggets.
My stomach rumbled, but my head yelled "hell no." My hand hovered over the glass case, where the unhealthy foods teased me.
I've lasted a whole week without eating shit. Infact, I've lasted a whole week without eating anything at all.
I slapped down my lunch tray and stormed away.
Where the fuck was Matt?
I'd checked outside, but all the benches were taken. I'd searched inside, but still no Matt to be seen. Finally, I plopped down into a plastic chair. All I did was stare.
Stare at the kids stuffing pizza into their mouths, gulping down cans of soda and choking on handfuls of fries.
I stared in disgust and wondered how they could possibly consume so much fat.
The clock that hung over the double doors read 12:30.
Matt was supposed to meet me at 12, like every day.
"Fucking bitch. Fucking ditching me. Fuck." Without realisation I was up and moving down the hallway. My fat legs carried me down the hall until I stood infront of a blue door.
This room was heaven.
This room was my favourite place.
This room was the music room.
Inside I'd made a bestfriend, I'd learned how to play a various amount of instruments, and I'd learned how to keep calm and focused.
Once I was to step into that room all my worries were gone. They were to be left behind at the door.
I grasped a tight grip on the golden knob and twisted it. A smile spread on my face as my eyes caught sight of my piano...
And Matt making out with a girl.
WHAT?!
I snapped into reality and glared before walking away
