so this first story, is about how terrible cafeteria food is nowadays, than sacked lunches in the old days, if their diet was any bit better than today. so i'm at my school, and they are servings: chicken & waffles, turkey chef salad, then mozzarella dunkers. so my first thoughts when i heard mozzarella dunkers were; oh, so like the mozzarella sticks you might get at hula-hands or some other place with happy-hour. so when my teacher asks what we are eating, buying, brought, that kind of thing. and i'm the type of kid who brings their own lunch, so i don't have to eat canned fruit off of surfaces with utensils i'm not used to. i stand up with the other kids who want the dunkers. so when lunch time rolls around our teacher lines us up so that c.w is first, then t.c.s, next m.d, and finally, the lunch-bringers. after we all wash our hands, with water that burns like the living hell! and head downstairs. then lunch-bringers and lunch-buyers split up, i'm at the end of the line, and when i get up to get my lunch this is what i see so far. sandwich looking things, mozzarella sauce for those mozzarella dunkers, soggy looking green beans, then a couple of french fries. now i have many problems with this meal; a) the soggy beans. b) dipping sauce, which is just gross for anything unless its ketchup for french fries. c) then finally the mozzarella sticks, which are more like, cheese on Texas toast dripped in grease, then cut into four pieces, now who's gonna eat that? so i take my tray head to the salad bar, which only provides; soggy/over ripe fruits and veggies, nothing catches my eyes its just fruit cocktail as usual. and they call this healthy food choices! i skip the salad bar and siting at a table with my favorite people, the wallflowers. i rip of a bit of the white cheese in my meal, then cautiously pop it in my mouth. oh, my, god! it was white american! one of my least favorite cheese, and i am pretty stingy about the cheeses i consume. when it hit my taste bubs i swear i could hear them cursing form me to spit it out. if this was like one of those comedies or animated shows where someone spits out their drink when they are surprised, now that would be me. now you can fool a kid with american cheese in saying it was mozzarella or vise-versa, but you cannot and i say CANNOT fool a kid like me. especially if that kid said no to other disgusting food like that, or called herself chip-eating-machine, when she was little.
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author's note;
hey i hope you like LUNCHES FROM THE BLACK LAGOON, this was my first story all true, even me calling myself chip-eating-machine, not kidding. if you liked my story please comment and read my other stories including ROSARY BLOOD coming soon to Not everything is as it seems. so thanks. Avenue
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author's note;
hey i hope you like LUNCHES FROM THE BLACK LAGOON, this was my first story all true, even me calling myself chip-eating-machine, not kidding. if you liked my story please comment and read my other stories including ROSARY BLOOD coming soon to Not everything is as it seems. so thanks. Avenue