"Ma'am this is the McDonald's drive-thru..?"
"Oh, God ... help I think I killed him, he choked on my burrito!"
"Ma'am please this is still the McDonalds drive thru.."
"I KILLED A MAN!"
"AND I'M GONNA LOSE MY JOB- GO TO THE HOSPITAL!"
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Chanel Robi...
Does your stomach just grumble? Like, does it make a sound of a roaring dragon which has been trapped in the King's dungeon for days and possibly sad because his other dragon girlfriend has broken up with him?
That kind of sound?
Well currently, in History class my stomach is growling so loud in the middle of a TEST, the whole class stares my way.
I nervously chuckle, "I- It's uh- lunch next, heh..." the teacher and students all roll their eyes, making me turn red in embarrassment.
I continue with my bloody test which no I haven't revised for, I'm always that dumb idiot who remembers exams and homework last minute, heck I don't even want to do these lessons, I want to sing. Bloody hell!
"I beg your pardon?" Miss Broccoli gives me daggers and I actually realised I said that out loud.
I cover my mouth, "I'm sorry."
She rolls her eyes, "Continue with the test. You all have 10 minutes left!" I look up, confusion all over my face, I swear we just started 5 minutes ago though?
I shake my head, rushing the last few answers and can't help but feel a tight gaze, burning holes at the back of my head, but it was definitely someone I wasn't expecting.
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"BITĆH IM HUNGRY THOUGH!" I exclaim at the lunch lady who somehow looks like Ms Trunchball. She shrugs, moving on to serve the other students and leaving me to glare at her.
This bitćh!
I stomp away, with the one bloody pizza slice on my plate. And you know what, it's PLAIN! Like serve some meat on this, I need to gain some weight for the annual prom, what are these lunch ladies playing at.
I reckon they have a list: at the back of their kitchen, they have a board which has a number of students or something that can't eat much, because their either obese/about to literally die/Deathrow or just a freak obsessed with food. They probably have Johnson, Anna, Mark, Steven, Juliet, Aiden, Matt and of course; ME.
"God, who stole your m&ms?" Anna chuckles, taking a bite out of her hamburger. Well, I guess they gave her luxury today; the bitch has Skittles, Reese's, chocolate cookies, her occupied hamburger and a MILKSHAKE.
I cry in uwu and take a seat, "No one because I'd kill them."
She laughs before I add: "Literally."
"Well, how was the test? My art and design was fine." She slurps some vanilla milkshake and I'm crying as I stare at my spring water.
"It went bad. I failed, let's just talk about something else." I rush, eating my pizza in a second.
