Creative Writing: False Meat
Why do I come running back to you all the time? You aren't a good lunch lady. In fact, you're extremely rude. But you always make the best mystery meat. Always topping it with... Cheese? Or is it onions? I just can't get enough. Doris, I might propose to you so I can eat this mystery meat for the rest of my life. I catch a whiff of the meat as it lands on my tray. The best smell in the world. I deliriously walk back to my seat at the lunch table, consumed with love for the meat and Doris. Her hairnet swims through my mind.
The lights flick off and the crowd of teenagers starts yelling.
"Hey! I'm eating," a nameless kid yelled.
"Yeah, Jerry was eating!" a friend screams in outrage.
A dog barks in the distances.
"Hey! Henry! Food fight!" the challenger is soon smacked in the face with mystery meat. …show more content…
"Hey, that was Doris'!" I shout, tackling the unruly kid.
"I will avenge her!" I scream in a moment of pure rage. I pummel my fists into his face, letting my fury overtake me. A knife hits someone in the eye as a full-scale Hunger Games starts.
Soon, there are no weaklings left. They lie on the floor, dead, some with plastic knives sticking out of them, others impaled with table legs and pencils. I lead everyone in a charge against the staff. They are probably cowering in their offices, shaking with fear. We storm the office, but it is mysteriously empty.
"What happened?"
"Yeah, where are
The lights flick off and the crowd of teenagers starts yelling.
"Hey! I'm eating," a nameless kid yelled.
"Yeah, Jerry was eating!" a friend screams in outrage.
A dog barks in the distances.
"Hey! Henry! Food fight!" the challenger is soon smacked in the face with mystery meat. …show more content…
"Hey, that was Doris'!" I shout, tackling the unruly kid.
"I will avenge her!" I scream in a moment of pure rage. I pummel my fists into his face, letting my fury overtake me. A knife hits someone in the eye as a full-scale Hunger Games starts.
Soon, there are no weaklings left. They lie on the floor, dead, some with plastic knives sticking out of them, others impaled with table legs and pencils. I lead everyone in a charge against the staff. They are probably cowering in their offices, shaking with fear. We storm the office, but it is mysteriously empty.
"What happened?"
"Yeah, where are