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   The referee blew his whistle loudly ending the first half of the soccer game that I was barely paying any attention to, the players run off the field to their benches eager to take a drink and rest, kids were cheering loudly all around me, the game was currently a draw between Ice Preps polar bears and Earl Prep falcons, the two high school soccer teams had been battling it out on the field for the last forty five minutes, today is the quarterfinals for their meets, the whole school was out on the bleachers watching and cheering on, students from the opposing school were also here, they weren't much but they cheered their team loudly. I suck on the straw of my slushy, the fries had finished long ago and Amy left to go get some more from the food truck twenty minutes ago, I look over the heads of students, teachers and parents, there are too many people around to know whom is whom so I decided to go get the fries myself, people grumble as I push them aside or mistakenly step on their toes, the food truck was outside the field, right around the corner of the high school, small tables and chairs were scattered around the truck and of course Amy was sitting with the snotty teachers gossiping probably, or bragging, I seem to have lost sense of which they do the most.

I head straight for the food truck.

"Hey can I get one large size hotdog with lots of lettuce and mustard". Just before I finished speaking Juan the owner of the truck appears. "Hey Juan, nice to see you again".

"TT". He liked to call me that because apparently my name is hard to pronounce for him, especially with his accent. "The usual large HD, extra lettuce, mustard, hot sauce and the special sauce". For the past three years I've worked here, the school always hires Juan for any event that needs good junk food, the kids love his burgers and since some of them never get to eat burgers often, they always look forward to days like this.

"You know it, Thanks". I move away from the line, the chairs around were occupied with children and teenagers, some kids sat on the pavement eating their burgers on big napkins.

"Hey Tovah". I turn to see Mildred in the line. "Almost didn't see you there, Hey Juan can I get a slice of pizza please?".

"You eat pizza?". I was surprised, she was very skinny.

"Who doesn't". She eyes me. "You should come sit with us, Amy is there".

"I was really digging the thought of sitting on the pavement with with children".

"Don't be silly, you're not a child". She laughs hauntingly. "There is an empty chair, come on". She collects her plate of pizza and my hotdog from Juan's outstretched hands, I ground my teeth and almost stomped my foot on the ground. "Come on, if you want this delicious hotdog". I followed her reluctantly. "Hey guys look who are brought back with me".

"Hey Tovah". Amy smiles guiltily at me.

"Don't even speak to me and give me my fries". I snatch the plate from her front, the empty sit was next to Shea, I took it unwillingly, the bitch can be so judgmental, so scrutinizing of others, and judging by the way she was staring at my plate, I knew she was about to say something.

"Are you going to eat of all of that?". She pointed at my food. Judgmental, just like I said.

"Why?, do you want me to shove it down your throat". The talk around the table ceases. "Don't point at my food again Shea".

"Whatever, I just thought you should know what grease you're putting into your body".

"My body not yours, leave me alone". I bite into the hotdog, the taste bursts in my mouth, it was fucking delicious. "You need to try this Shea, not that green, what's that vomit?, you're putting into your body". Mildred giggles.