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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jan 27, 2012 23:55:41 GMT -5
Cafeteria
09/01/2014
11:48 AM
It was a strange thing for him to consider, and even more so to admit to himself, but for the first time in his life, Alfred hadn’t the slightest clue as to where to sit in the lunch room. The blond stood by what he assumed was the snack bar, languidly quirking an eyebrow in the direction of the abundance of tables and chattering students, his packed lunch dangling in his grip. He scanned for his twin and wasn’t in the least bit surprised when he didn’t find head nor tail of him. It wasn’t as if he had an issue with plopping down at any given table and worming his way into a conversation. He’d done that more times than he could count, and he’d gone and made some close friends that way, to boot. He was just—well, he was just— lost as to where exactly it would be that he’d plop down. It wasn’t like any school he’d attended back at home. It was huge. The cafeteria had to be twice the size of a football field. Well, maybe he was exaggerating just a tad, but it was still really, really big, so much so that he felt like an ant in comparison. With a slight, determined twitch to his lips, Alfred put on an optimistic and friendly smile. Just because it was a bit bigger than he was accustomed to didn’t mean he had to let it discourage him. That would just be silly! Bearing this in mind, he began to wander about, more or less without bumping into others, briefly scouting for a place to slip in. |
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 29, 2012 16:59:39 GMT -5
School had so many great things about it. She got to meet lots of different people and become friends with them. She got stay up as late as she wanted to through that was never too late. She got to eat cake almost every day. She got to join a club where she could swim almost every day! She even got to join another club she hoped to make lots of friends with.
But the greatest thing about her new school was the food. She could eat and eat and eat. She liked eating. It made her belly full and she enjoyed when her belly was full. This school had tons of people from tons of different countries so they catered to many different tastes. And they seemed to be okay with students sampling all the dishes. The girl was sure she had gained weight, but that didn’t matter since she loved eating. Going on a diet would never be an option.
She had grabbed her two trays and loaded them both up with food. The little girl did her best trying to do a balancing act as she walked around with both hands full. There were so many people moving about and crowding some spots to talk to once again that she felt like she was in a circus doing the tight rope act. But Michelle didn’t want to drop her food. And even though she concentrated as much as possible, a blonde boy moved in her way. ”Woah,” she shouted as tried to twirl around him but one of the trays slipped out of her hand onto the floor. Luckily, it was only one tray of food and not both. Still, she couldn’t help but look devastated down below at the mess.
”…oh poor food, Je wanted to eat you. Eat you all. You will be missed.”
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Feb 1, 2012 23:39:56 GMT -5
Alfred had been successfully maneuvering his way across the cafeteria, up until the point that he felt someone full out stumble into him, shouting as she did so. Something like a shout fell from his own lips as he whipped to face the girl, watching with surprised eyes as one of the trays she’d been carrying slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a clatter, food and all.
“Snap.” The blond gasped. “You alright? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
He dropped his bag and scrambled to a kneeling position, hurriedly pulling the mess back onto the tray in preparation for a trip to the trash can in the very near future.
All the while, he glanced up to the dark haired girl, whose devastated expression was progressively making him feel like the worst person to ever walk on the face of the Earth. If there was one thing he didn’t want to see on his first day of school, it would be a girl looking so sorrowful—especially not because of something klutzy or stupid he accidentally did.
“O-Oh, man, please don’t cry! I really am sorry! If you want, I’ll share some of my lunch with you!” He stammered, unsure or what else to say or do.
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