Post by jessica leigh ryan on Jul 20, 2009 16:02:01 GMT -5
~Outfit~
It seemed just like any other day. Jessica had just picked up a nicely balanced lunch from the cafeteria -- balanced both in nutrition and in the way it was laid out on her tray. Her main dish was a salad, with almond slivers and teeny orange slices, plus a piece of garlic bread and a glass of juice. She walked down the aisle between two tables, her eye on one of the tables in the back. She was thinking about the essay she had to write for history. Ugh, history essays. And this one had to be really long, too. What she didn't notice was a girl stand up right in front of her. Well, she didn't notice until her tray smashed right in the middle of the girl's white tank top. The girl gasped.
"Watch where you're going." she snapped.
"Well sorry, but you weren't exactly looking where you were going either." Jess pointed out. But either this girl was PMS-ing, or she had hit a nerve, because the girl picked up a glass of soda and threw it in Jess's face. Unfortunately, she had bad aim, and most of it landed on the innocent bystanders eating at the next table. A couple of them yelled at the two girls to quit it and sit down. Out of nowhere, someone flung a spoonful of mashed potatoes, and it hit the other girl square in the face.
By this time, half the cafeteria was silent and watching the goings-on. The girl, angry, demanded to know who it was. "You guys are going to have to pay for this! This shirt was very expensive!" she yelled in rage. Jess took the opportunity to grab a cup of peas and dump it over the girl's head. The girl blinked.
"Cool it, alright? Just go home, and wash it." But the girl did not cool it. Someone else hit her with a spoonful of applesauce. A friend of the girl's saw who it was and hit them back. Pretty soon, a full-on food fight had broken out. Jess, realizing she had technically started the whole thing, used her tray as a shield as she tried to find cover somewhere. Ah, there's a trash can to hide behind. Perfect, she thought, making her way over towards it.
It seemed just like any other day. Jessica had just picked up a nicely balanced lunch from the cafeteria -- balanced both in nutrition and in the way it was laid out on her tray. Her main dish was a salad, with almond slivers and teeny orange slices, plus a piece of garlic bread and a glass of juice. She walked down the aisle between two tables, her eye on one of the tables in the back. She was thinking about the essay she had to write for history. Ugh, history essays. And this one had to be really long, too. What she didn't notice was a girl stand up right in front of her. Well, she didn't notice until her tray smashed right in the middle of the girl's white tank top. The girl gasped.
"Watch where you're going." she snapped.
"Well sorry, but you weren't exactly looking where you were going either." Jess pointed out. But either this girl was PMS-ing, or she had hit a nerve, because the girl picked up a glass of soda and threw it in Jess's face. Unfortunately, she had bad aim, and most of it landed on the innocent bystanders eating at the next table. A couple of them yelled at the two girls to quit it and sit down. Out of nowhere, someone flung a spoonful of mashed potatoes, and it hit the other girl square in the face.
By this time, half the cafeteria was silent and watching the goings-on. The girl, angry, demanded to know who it was. "You guys are going to have to pay for this! This shirt was very expensive!" she yelled in rage. Jess took the opportunity to grab a cup of peas and dump it over the girl's head. The girl blinked.
"Cool it, alright? Just go home, and wash it." But the girl did not cool it. Someone else hit her with a spoonful of applesauce. A friend of the girl's saw who it was and hit them back. Pretty soon, a full-on food fight had broken out. Jess, realizing she had technically started the whole thing, used her tray as a shield as she tried to find cover somewhere. Ah, there's a trash can to hide behind. Perfect, she thought, making her way over towards it.