I stood in line waiting for ages, just to get a nibble on the lunch. Today wasn't that bad, baking chips with beans. The chips, of course, was the only thing that was normal, out of the whole menu. But the catch is, they only give it away every two months or so.
My turn at the counter, and I punched in my code. I moved on to get a tray and started picking out food. Which technically means the lunch ladies. "Get one fruit, one meat! No beans, no chips!" they screamed, even though we were two feet away from them. I did the same thing as last year and just grabbed everything. Food would always be wasted, and we all know. Nothing every goes properly into our tiny stomachs, but if it does, it goes right back up. Ah yes, the year of mops and sawdust. And gross smells.
On the other side I saw Vanessa's class. Randy caught my eye, which made me walk all awkward and stiff like. Vanessa popped up behind me and we took a seat where the duty-aids forced us to sit. My tummy gurgled, which signaled me to start eating.
"Do you want your food?" I asked as angel like as possible.
"No." firmly replied Vanessa.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?
"No."
"PLEASEE?"
"NOO."
"Fine."
I grabbed as many chips as I could from Vanessa's bag, but she scooched it away from me and slapped the top of my hand.
"NO. Bad Siren." I laughed, but didn't give up on the food. I made up a little game for us two to play. "Okay, let's play a game. You get a chip, pour milk in it, and try to drink it without spilling or eating the chip. Deal?" You may think that I'm disgusting, but we've been and seen worse. Whenever they gave out corn muffins, Heaven, Vamessa, and I would tie our hands back and eat like pigs. Everyday we see boys mix their lunch together to make something new, which isn't very pleasant. Trust me.
Eventually, Vanessa agreed. So we put a chip hanging off of our mouths and poured milk in it. I tried to flick it into my mouth, but that was a fail. Milk splattered all over my face, and I had to wipe clean my glasses, which I hate, since I don't like taking them off. Under them is an ugly face that belonged to an eleven year-old. Ew.
Vanessa went next. She didn't do so well either. The milk went down her face, and the chip crumbled all over the place. I laughed like an idiot, which caused immediate attention to the shaggy haired boy in front of us. "What are you doing?" he asked, with the face of a Randy. We explained the whole concept of the game to him. Yet, he still didn't understand, until we physically showed it to him. "That's easy," he said with complete confidence,"Watch diiiiis." He tested it for himself, without any failures, and did some jazz hands. Then he started choking on the milk because he didn't swallow it yet.
"HA. HA. HA. You surley, truly, cannot defeat me at these type of games, my friend," Vanessa said proudly, head held high. I didn't really understand what she meant since she failed to. No offense. Randy pouted and turned back around. He gave up so easily, which wasn't a very common move for a guy who gets any girl he wants, anytime he wants. Food is the only think that matter's now. I think.
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