In Love With An Ogre

My Life

As I get up from bed, my back cracks about what feels like 30 times. I hunch over to the bathroom; as a I turn on the light, I mess with my flabby skin on my face, wishing I was my young 20 year old self. I clean myself up, putting on my school lunch lady outfit, the same blue as the color of the Pepsi can. 6:13 am, I slouch on the couch in my small living room. The TV flickers onto the news, "Today is partly cloudy with the average temperature of 67, lows of being 54 degrees." I start to zone out, then checking the time again. 6:46, I jump up, a little too hard, off the couch and walk to my car.

After 10 minutes of driving, I arrive at the school. I walk into the building through the back, swatting away at the bees buzzing around. I unlock the door, rushing inside away from the bees, I then clock myself in. Another day, another slop to cook, I thought to myself while setting my belonging down. I strut on over to the kitchen, seeing the other ladies finishing up or starting on making lunch. "Hey girl, how you been?" Samantha asks, booty bumping me. "You know, the the same old 41 year old things," we chuckle as we start getting back to work.

A few hours go by; therefore lunch begins to start as the hungry, eager kids rush in. I sit near the sandwich line, leaning up against the arm of the chair, slurping at my yogurt. As kids finish making their sandwich, I start checking out their lunches and sending them off on their ways. I begin to zone out since how easy the job is, until something bright catches my eye. I thought it must've been the sun, but it couldn't be since it was an odd neon green. I hear kids gasping and yelling, the yelling is an everyday thing, but today was strangely different. I look over at the few tables next to me. All the kids are looking over to the middle of the lunch room. I look up from them.

I could not believe my eyes. I know I'm old and I see things, but this, this was unbelievable, yet it was so real. I knew it was real because the kids were talking to him and taking picture with him. Shrek.. the lovely handsome ogre, the only on I respect due to watching his movie so many time because of my kids. His rocky vest covering his chest perfectly, his ragged cloth shirt underneath grazing his dirty, green skin. The potato colored pants barely staying stitched together, and his shoes dragging across the floor, leaving skid tracks. I couldn't keep my mouth closed.

I finish checking the kid's lunches out so I sit back down at my seat. Shrek was still walking around, hanging with the kids, having a chat, so I just admire him. I must've had a flirtatious look on my face, because Shrek saw me staring and winked right at me. My skins burned to the touch, I jolt away quickly and walk to the kitchen. Oh my god I can't believe this is real, I try to gather my thoughts together, but all I could think about was Shrek.

My friend Samantha come running up to me, trying to catch her breath. She tries to talk but all could come out was just big breaths or high pitched screams. "What is it spit it out!" I exclaim, grabbing a hold of her shoulders to keep her steady. "S-Shrek wants to talk to you," Samantha finally got out. I feel my eyes widen and i stand there shocked. "Are you sure it's me? What if you heard of a different name?" I hesitate. "Girl I'm 100% sure he wants you," she sassed. Why does Shrek want to talk to me? Why not Barbra, I mean she's a bitch, but she's much prettier than me. Then out of no where, Shrek is leaning up against the door way, looking straight at us. "Ello there!"