At the Back of The Class

A Sad Sandwich

The cafeteria line seemed to drag on forever. The lunch lady sure did like taking her sweet time.

Which would've been fine.

If there weren't like 15 other people in front of you.

And those 15 people were also surely taking their time trying to decide what they wanted to order. You could hear one of the boys at the front tapping his foot and lost in thought while the people behind him, including you, groaned.
"Spaghetti or hamburgers?"
It's been 5 minutes and the line hadn't moved at all.

Brilliant.

And you know what was even more brilliant?

All the food around you.

Very good-looking and smelling food; that of which only made you hungrier.

You closed your lips into a frustrated smile and ignored the growling stomach that kept screaming, "Sandwich, Sandwich, Sand Witch- Sandwich," As annoying as it was, you couldn't ignore it.

But fuck it, you tried anyways. Your eyes drifted back to the front of the line

And waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting until you took one step forward after the boy in front had finally decided on getting BOTH hamburger and spaghetti. Garnering the cheers and applauses of every person standing in line like he achieved world peace.

Then went back to waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

And then waiting until you took another step forward.

After some waiting, your foot got so bored of standing it fell asleep. In turn, you decided to do the logical option of hitting it on the floor till it woke up.

Then once that was done, you continued to keep on waiting.

And waiting.

Rinse and repeat. Over and over again.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you were 2nd in line
Your fingers fiddled with your shirt as you waited in anticipation for what this guy was going to order, and if you were lucky enough, he might've already decided what to order. And if you were even luckier, he'd make it quick.

But that'd be too easy.

"Well, let me think...how bout' uh 2, actually no just 1 hamburger, and maybe 3 chicken wings, uh, no scratch that, just chicken fingers, and what about, uh, a salad, and one good ol' pack of fries," He ordered before pausing, "Add a sandwich on the side,"

That wasn't lunch, that was a fucking feast.

Was Lady Luck screwing with you right now?

Who knows? But it sure did seem like it.

After another millennium of waiting, the guy walked off with his tall order and you look at the lunch lady dead in the eye while fighting the urge to rival his order with an even taller one.

"One sandwich, please,"

Today's not the day to be a menace.

You handed the lady your money and grabbed your sandwich, quickly stepping to the side and began to scan the cafeteria for familiar faces while taking a bite out of your lunch. Soon, your eyes were met by one of the twins (or quadruplets, Axel made it sound like that but frankly, you weren't sure) who you immediately assumed was Roxas, holding your gaze with an expectant look that might've spelled, "Why are you standing there like a scarecrow or something? Over here," Beside him was his cheery brother, who told a joke that got the people across him crackling. A brown-haired boy whom you recognized as the boy who might've waved to you earlier, was on the right of Ventus, tapping his shoulder and whispering something into his ear that Roxas didn't take well to, giving an annoyed side eye and what was probably a snark-filled retort which the other two boys only laughed at. Axel leaned forward and said something that seemed to annoy Roxas even more.