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Post by holls on Apr 10, 2010 16:43:30 GMT -5
 The first day of school was always a bore. The teachers saw fit to go over all their syllabi, filled with rules, grading scales, and other random things they thought would be important for the students to know. While they all tried to liven up the day by making jokes or having the kids introduce each other with an activity the fact was the staff of Sommer's High School were still lame. Their jokes weren't funny and their activities were painfully stupid or humiliating.
So by noon when lunch rolled around little McKinley Richmond couldn't have been happier to get thirty minutes away from boring monologues which she was having a hard time staying awake for anyways. Mac was excited for her last, first day of high school ever. She walked up to the senior table and for a few seconds just stared at it. She had waited three years to sit at this table, the most coveted table in the cafeteria. The brunette even had her seat all picked out. She'd decided about half way through last year the one she would claim when her day finally came, and here it was. She set her books down on the table marking her territory and walked over to the lunch line.
The salad bar line was completely non-existent, as it most times was. Sometimes it made the girl wonder why they made so much of the food, surely they had to be noticing there were loads of leftovers daily. Which then got her to thinking maybe they just re-used the left-overs, and that made the girl sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand food that wasn't fresh, she was convinced it was full of harmful materials to begin with and every second it went unused bacteria just collected on it becoming a poison hazard. Yes, McKinley was a bit of germophob and well quite paranoid. She was convinced that every illness in the world could somehow be linked back to the substances us humans put in our mouths. That's why she had an eating disorder. It wasn't just some petty thing like oh I'm afraid I'll get fat, she was literally afraid of eating because she didn't trsut food.
She grabbed a container of salad without looking at the label and picked up a carton of milk on her way to the register. She stood in line behind a few people and looked around the cafeteria for any of her friends as the line got closer to her turn.
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Post by C. J. DECKER on Apr 15, 2010 7:31:41 GMT -5
There was never really anything to do on the first day of school. Sometimes C. J. wondered why he even came to school the first day. But then he got there and was glad they didn't have to do work, so he didn't mind as much. And it was his senior year. Again. Senior year was supposed to mean you breezed right through, but that hadn't happened last year. Some major shit had gone down in C. J.'s life, dealing with the parental units, and it made last year pretty rough as a whole. But he was determined to get out this year.
In C. J.'s opinion, lunch had to be one of the best things ever created. Lunch should be classified as its own period at school, just like all the other classes. And recess needed to be reinstated, but that was a different matter all its own. His tray loaded with two sloppy joes (the menu special, and one of his favorites), fries and two chocolate milk cartons, the senior headed for the checkout lane. He plopped his stuff down behind another girl in his year, and nearly busted up laughing when he saw that the only thing she was getting was a salad. Okay, and milk. But a salad? That's all? "Jesus, Mac," he said good-naturedly, "no wonder you're so small. Eat more."
C. J. knew she wouldn't; she never did. And that was what made her someone he wasn't able to stand for more than about a half hour. Sure, she was hot as hell and that was all fine and good, but as far as long-term relationships, he needed someone who would actually eat. They didn't need to eat as much as he did -- just... more than a salad. He didn't like people who ate like birds, like McKinley, because he knew for a fact that a salad couldn't fill you up and leave you satisfied like a sloppy joe could.
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