She walks into the lunchroom, feet following the rhythm of those of the three girls who walk in by her side. Veering through the mess of chairs and tables, this quartet makes their way to their favorite lunch line, with their favorite lunch lady.
“Ew, there’s water on this plate!” wails one of her friends.
“Oh my god, that’s gross…” agrees another.
She picks a wet plate up with two fingers acting as tongs, her nose wrinkled distastefully.
“This fork is bent!” Disgust has crept into her voice. Continue reading