The year is 1984 in a region of Southern California known as "Hundido Valley" In this particular year of high school, mysterious accidents have led to the shutdowns of all neighboring high schools. Forcing the population of five high schools into Hu...
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Artwork by: Kaito Kurosaki and Sloemo
Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story. It depicts the following: Violence, explicit language, drug use, alcohol use, and suggestive themes. Please read at your discretion.
The lunch bell rings and the students pour out of their classrooms. Emiliano trying not to get squished by the clusters of bodies squeezing through the hall.
Shifting between the crowd to shimmy his way to the cafeteria. Where the narrow hallways finally opened up. Now the students can finally separate from being clumped together.
He looked over to see the already growing lines at the cafeteria. He sighed, hopefully, he'll get the food in time for lunch.
Two separate lines, the anxious nerves already beginning to dance. Emiliano frantically looked from line to line, not knowing which one to get in. With the students gathering behind him. Emiliano is like a boulder in the middle of the road creating a backup.
Emiliano a complete fluster. He just got into the line with the better-looking food. Emiliano's eyes glowed as he began picking food from all sides
Their homemade lasagna is in the first rectangle tray. Looked good even if it came from a box. Another huge rectangle tray with the softest marshmallow-like mashed potatoes. Finally, the final rectangle tray is filled with warm biscuits. Like cupcakes without the frosting.
All under a heat lamp with heavy steam coming off all three trays. The aroma hit you like a clothesline to the throat as soon as you walked in.
Emiliano has a nearly full plate. Now at the front, the lunch lady checked out all the food. Ringing him up with her cash register.
"That'll be 11.99$"
Emiliano looked taken aback. He had no idea he had to pay. His heart sank to his stomach.
"Come on man!" "Hurry up kid!" "The poor line is the other side!" All the kids behind him shouted.
Now he felt the eyes piercing his skin. Like suddenly he shrank and they were giants all looking down at him. His shoulders rose to his neck. While his frame shrank. He reached into his pocket to pull out a wrinkled and torn leather wallet.
His words were like sandpaper coming off his tongue.
"Um...I only have this." Handing a dollar over
The lunch lady looked sympathetic but was just doing her job.
"Sorry honey." Only handing him an apple off his tray.
Emiliano walking out nearly empty-handed. The laughter pelted him like a storm of heavy hale. Emiliano kept his head down and shuffled as quickly as he could. Trying to get out of the crowd's vision as quickly as he could.
With his lunch in his hand he scanned all the tables he could possibly sit at. So many faces all of them unfamiliar. His nerves put Emiliano in an absolute tizzy. Though he did his best to put up his poker face.
