My Boyfriend from Kindergarten

Paper Bags (Chap. 4)

Lunch time arrives, but I have no idea where the cafeteria is at. As all the kids run out the classroom, I sit in my seat. But then I remembered that Oliver knows everywhere in this building. I quickly get up and run out the door, looking for him.

I see him down the hall way, and I trail behind him. He makes a left, I make a left. He walks down the steps, I walk down the steps. Finally we arrive to this big room with tables filled everywhere. There is literally nowhere to sit. I want to make friends with one of the other kids here, just to make life easier but a lot of the girls were giving me a nasty look, as if saying 'Don't you dare come over here'. I thought that only happened in high school like in the movies. Why is it happening in Kindergarten?

All the way in the back of the room, I see an EXIT door that leads to the playground. Bingo.

I walk straight to the back, not looking to the left or right, for fear of giving the wrong idea to any of these girls. Outside feels so good. Not like how it felt earlier; sticky and humid. There was a nice, cool breeze with just the right amount of sun. Better than that, no kids outside but a few at the slides and monkey bars. I walk to a bench, right underneath this huge tree. It was perfect for shade. Once I sat down and got comfortable, that's when I realized "My lunch..." I forgot I dropped it running away from my dad. I bet there was nothing good in there anyway. Probably what he feeds me for dinner when he's in a good mood: Spam and crackers.

My stomach cries out in agony, wanting something, anything to eat. I wish I had breakfast. Maybe I wouldn't be as hungry if I did. I start developing a real headache from hunger, and I put my head down. I'll just take a nap, until the bell rings. Just one more class, then its time to go home.

Five minutes pass, and then I feel a presence overshadowing me. I lift up my head to see that its Oliver. I'm not surprised.

"Um...can I sit with you? There were no seats." he whispered. When I first met him, he was so bubbly and happy. Now, he's the opposite. What happened?

"Yeah, sure." I scoot over so he can sit down, but he winds up walking around and sitting opposite from me. Nice move Olivia. I just put my head back down. I can't deal with him right now. I'm too hungry to function.

"Did you eat?" he says, fiddling to open his lunch box.

"Huh?"

"I said did you eat..already?"

"Um, yeah.." Before I can say anything else, my stomach growls and I quickly fake a cough to cover the noise.

"Oh okay..what did you eat?"

What did I eat? Oh Jesus what do I say? I don't want to say Spam cuz then Imma look like a weirdo.

"I had a PB&J sandwich" I bluffed.

"Oh, that's nice..I can't eat PB&Js. I'm allergic to peanut butter."

"Really?"

"Yeah.. all types of nuts. I get all red and puffy and my throat closes up and I can't breathe. Same with shellfish. My daddy always eats craw fish and shrimp, but he always gives me fish. My favorite kind of fish is salmon! Do you like salmon?"

He seems like he's returning back to normal.

"I never had salmon before." I said lifting my head back up.

"Ohhh its really good! You wanna try it?" He opens up his green and yellow top and everything in there seemed so neat and organized. It looked like art more than food. The box had fruit, vegetables and fish. So healthy and neat. Almost reminded me of the cannibalistic vegetables on our hallway walls.