America's Sweetheart

Cafeteria Food: Worse than Airplane Food

Today, this chapter is going to begin with a kick-ass quote. It's spoken by this favorite actress of mine, also called Audrey Hepburn. Here's how it goes:

  Nothing is impossible, the word itself says "I'm possible!"

  I that wasn't kickass enough for you, I have completely lost hope in you. 

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 The morning seemed to go in a flash. It was the first day of school, and except for the extremely annoying introductions I had to make in every class, we didn't do any actual studying, we pretty much had the same syllabus repeated over, and over..

Pretty soon it was lunch time.

I went to my locker and put in my newly acquired collection of textbooks.

'Drat,' I thought to myself. I'd have to go into a lunchroom and actually SIT with people. If you couldn't tell by now, I didn't have to actually chat with people more than the couple of hellos during the classes. I would see most of the student body, not to mention my oh so lovely ex-friends.

If I was the same shy old Melody from two years ago, I wouldn't have hesitated to go hide in a bathroom or library. Now I'd become THE Melody Richards, not to mention a camera following my every movement. I'd have to face the devils.

After the science class, which was my least favorite, I sort of hung around my locker until Jessica came to pick me up. I still hadn't gotten a hang around the place, not to mention needing the moral support. She greeted me cheerfully and we started chatting as we walked towards what I thought was the cafeteria.

“This is it,” said Jessica as she pushed against the double blue doors of the cafeteria.

'Deep breaths, you're Melody Richards, you can do it,' I told myself.

  I took a deep breath and started walking into the cafeteria. Clearly, people noticed me. I mean, the people might have all stared and all, but what do you expect? I have my own show called America's Sweetheart! 

   I was surrounded by fans in an instant.

  Being surrounded by fans is okay most of the time. But when i'm starving and need something to eat, it's NOT okay. 

  Thankfully, Jessica replaced my Bro-Man and began asking people to shove it, and made a way for me to walk through. 

  As I neared the lunch line, which was practically empty, Jessica looked at me in horror. "You're going eat CAFETERIA food?"

  "Yeah. What's wrong with that?" I asked.

  "What's wrong with cafeteria food? You don't know?" she spoke up dramatically.

  The fan crowd gasped dramatically after her. Ugh.

  Yes, I don't know what's wrong with cafeteria food. Inception.

  Turns out, the food did look really disgusting. But I had eaten airplane food, of all things, and survived. Perhaps I would survive this, too.

  I hurried to sit in one of the tables. The seats were getting taken up, fast.

  I tried to eat the food but grimaced. The mashed potatos were alive and fully moving, much like the chicken. There was blood in the chicken (which I didn't eat) but the blood spilled all over my lunch tray.

  Groaning, I picked up my tray and went to the trash can. Gross. I'd be packing my own lunch from now on. Cafeteria food was just plain nasty.

  As soon as I had my back on the doors, and chatters stopped. A silence ensued. I didn't care much, so I didn't turn around.

  "Looks like we got a newbie here. Turn around, you n00b," a voice spoke from behind me. 

  It probably wasn't me. I wasn't doing anything wrong, and I was just minding my own business by scraping the fungus from the pudding off of the tray into the trash disposal.

  "Turn around, you freak!" the same voice screeched louder. I couldn't help but notice that the cafeteria had grown so silent, that you could here the girl breathing heavily.

  'Poor kid,' I thought to myself. Getting screamed at like that..

  Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder and turned me around, making me lose my balance. The tray crashed onto the person touching my shoulder, and in an instant, the person was covered with deformed food and blood. Gross.

  Just then, the doors opened and Sophie, Jake, the guy that saved me this morning, and this cool looking other guy stepped in. There was another girl, so I was confused, but then I remembered my Facebook stalking session. The other girl was Stacey, and she was running towards the girl covered up in cafeteria food.

  Wait, so Soph, Jake, Stacey, the two guys, and... where's Ellie? 

  I looked back at the girl covered in the puke-like substance.

  "Ellie? Is that you?" 

  Sure enough, under all that gunk, there was golden blonde hair and two green eyes glaring me down.

  "Look who's back," she spat onto the floor. "Melody freakin' Richards."

  Stacey got to her and sent me what was supposed to be an intimidating glare. But that didn't affect me much. I'd had much worse from the paparazzi.

  "What did you do to her, you freak?" she screeched at me.

  You should remember by now, that 1) I was under a reality tv show camera. 2) There was a fan crowd following me. So naturally 1) This was going to be on my show. 2) The fans were all videotaping this.

  Time for me to be my Hollywood actress again.

  I took a deep breath.

  "You're mistaken. I didn't do anything to her, she did that to herself. Don't call me a freak, don't call anybody a freak. I don't have the right to judge people, and neither do you. Now, if you excuse me, my ears are ringing from all your shrieking," I said, and sat back down at my table, pretending that nothing just happened.

  I saw Sophie bite back a chuckle, and Jessica trying to hide her smile. Stacey stomped back to the bathroom, dragging Ellie along with her. I sighed in relief, I was safe.

   "Looks like the new girl has guts," said the guy that sat next to Jake. "The name's Trey, Trey Robinson."

  The guy that saved me from before also chuckled. "Well, she wasn't trending as big guts and big voice all for nothing." The whole cafeteria either smirked, grinned, or laughed.

  I stood up to go to my locker. While I was getting my books, the same guy whispered into my ear.

  "The name's Robinson. Jay Robinson."

  I shuddered.

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I should be counted as a heroine for writing this. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it is midnight on a school night.

Okay, so there's this book called Sleeping Hottie by @yayitsmwa, and you should read it! I like the idea of a modern Sleeping Beauty.

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And I think I'll make a goal of 5 votes for this chapter. Then I'll upload the next.

 At least I'll have an excuse to write it later. Cheerios!