It's Only Gossip

7

Drip, drip, drip. The sound of pouring rain blocks out everything else.

In silence, everybody's just patiently looking at the window, praying that the vicious rain will come to an end.

We've been waiting in the dining room for an hour. The food was good. They didn't serve small portions but massive ones. I guess good quality & quantity rich food exists after all.

So I stand up as I attempt to put my plate away...

"What are you doing?"

A dinner lady (I'm guessing) asks me in a disgusted tone. I'm assuming that she's a dinner lady as she's wearing an apron but it could easily be mistaken as a really pretty dress. She looks really young, probably in her mid twenties. She has long blonde hair and her skin looks so smooth.

"I'm putting my plate away."

I look at her awkwardly, waiting for her to move out of my way. She just stands there. Well, if she's trying to prove that she would make a good body guard I'd say otherwise; she would make an excellent bodyguard as she's so damn good at blocking my way! Why is she even a lunch lady? I'd be more than happy to complete a reference for her to get employed as a bodyguard.

Everybody starts to look at me. Well, this is awkward.

"Ahem." I cough, indicating for the lunch lady to move.

Instead, she mimics a statue. Fine! If she won't move then I won't put my plate away. Shame, she's going to have to put it away.

My eyes roll as I sit on my chair, pushing a plate away from me with a bored expression like a stubborn child.

The lunch lady grabs my plate and glances at me for two seconds. She doesn't look angry. She looks hurt.

She opens her mouth. "If you didn't like the services you could've just told me." She shrugs right before she was going to walk away.

"Pardon?"

Huh? I said nothing about the services. What does she mean? She served me fine. Please tell me she's not begging for a compliment. Okay I'm not that heartless. I shall compliment the food. Before I got the chance, she spoke.

"Next time just raise your hands if you want your plate removed immediately." The lunch lady says softly, giving me a guilty smile.

"Removed? I'm pretty sure I can do that myself."

"Oh don't be silly sweetie, it's my job!" A nurturing vibe dances all around her, making me feel guilty.

"Don't worry, I ca..."

"No, no! It's no problem, really. I'll put your plate away for you whenever you please."

She smiles as the attention from me fades away.

"Thank you so much." I manage to mumble.

The lunch lady looks at me, revealing her grin. "My pleasure darling."

After she puts my plate, I walk towards the exit not caring whether it's still raining.

Now that was weird. Is this how rich people live? Getting somebody else to put their plates away for them. Now that's just spoiled and a waste of time. We can all do it ourselves.

Bang! I stumble onto the cold ground. Before I look up, I can hear laughter. Rich people laughter. Spoiled people laughter. Snobs. How more basic could they possibly get?

Well, in their defense it's not their fault since they haven't actually had the real life experience. They get other people putting away their plates for crying out loud! They wouldn't know anything about originality. They probably learned everything from movies. The typical, put your leg forward to trip somebody. Pathetic.

As I get up, I quickly grab my things. Some boy approaches me. No, don't offer to help me or else I will hurt you.

"I'll help you..." And he offered to help.

I quickly snatch my pen off him. "This isn't the typical love at first sight gaze thing. Grow originality please." I slowly mumble out loud as if making a newborn baby understand how the universe physically works, making sure that the demons inside me are revealing.

A burst of laughter stretches through the entire cafeteria a split second after. They're looking at me with approval. At least they have an alright sense of humor.

I flip my hair in a casual way just before I leave the cafeteria. Meanwhile, everybody focuses their attention on me.

Snobs. I'll show them who's boss.