Lunch
I wish I was allowed to go out to lunch because there is a McDonalds near the school and I can eat about 9 Big Macs when I’m pretty hungry. But they will not let me leave school because they’re afraid I am going to get myself hit by a Coca Cola truck again.
I don’t like eating in the cafeteria because it smells bad and because the other kids all laugh me when I drop my food on the floor and because I don’t like to use plates or eat with silverware. If god wanted me to eat with a fork I would have been born with one attached to my hand. I like eating stuffing with my fingers because it feels squishy.
Today’s menu had pizza and buttered corn. I like corn because you can eat corn over and over again. I think I once ate the same piece of corn 20 times in one month before I lost it. I don’t like the pizza because I think the sausage is made out of rat.
When I eat at school I don’t have to pay for my food because we’re on free lunch, and don’t laugh at me! You are all just jealous because you don’t get free food from your schools.
No one would sit at my table so I sat there by myself and ate my pizza and my corn and drank my chocolate milk. I think it had gone bad because milk isn’t supposed to be all crunky.
I want to go home.
I don’t like eating in the cafeteria because it smells bad and because the other kids all laugh me when I drop my food on the floor and because I don’t like to use plates or eat with silverware. If god wanted me to eat with a fork I would have been born with one attached to my hand. I like eating stuffing with my fingers because it feels squishy.
Today’s menu had pizza and buttered corn. I like corn because you can eat corn over and over again. I think I once ate the same piece of corn 20 times in one month before I lost it. I don’t like the pizza because I think the sausage is made out of rat.
When I eat at school I don’t have to pay for my food because we’re on free lunch, and don’t laugh at me! You are all just jealous because you don’t get free food from your schools.
No one would sit at my table so I sat there by myself and ate my pizza and my corn and drank my chocolate milk. I think it had gone bad because milk isn’t supposed to be all crunky.
I want to go home.