Dinnertime at Bedlam High
July 13, 2009
Later that day, after suffering the embarrassing ‘welcome’ briefing from my form teacher- Mrs Snood (stupid name.) I ran into Porky and Jenny again.
I’d just gone to the cafeteria, having asked two Prefects and three other kids the way (and been sent the wrong way every time.) I walked into the busy hall and up to the kitchen at the end, joining the seemingly mile-long line to get my plastic meal tray filled with the delicacy of the day.
I’d been in the line for about 10 minutes when a girl pushed in front of me, dragging three of her friends along and forcing me backwards.
“HEY!” I said, feeling my temper flare in my chest, “BACK OF THE LINE!”
The girl turned and looked at me like I was a piece of meat, snorted through her unusually long nose and turned away. I was about to say something else to the snooty girl when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I heard Jenny’s soft voice whisper in my ear: “Don’t bother, that’s Lucy Donaldson, she’s a Prefect and she’s trouble!”
I took Jenny’s advice and decided then and there that we were going to become very good friends.
Having literally run into Porky, sending the larger boy stumbling- but without him dropping any of the mysterious greyish gloop the dinner ladies had served today- we were all sat at the circular tables that were set up in the main hall for lunch, getting to know each other.
I’d spread out the map of the school Mrs Snood had given me on the table and was trying to figure out where I was supposed to be next, while I listened to Jenny and Porky talk about their histories.
From what I could tell, I was supposed to go to the changing rooms in S Block for my next lesson- Physical Education.
“I’m an only child,” Porky was saying, busily slopping his food into his mouth, “But I’m not spoilt or anything. Oh and I like food and I’m not a big fan of exercise, but I want to be a professional football player some day!”
Not unless you loose some weight first, I thought to myself, eyeing the massive amounts of the goo he was shovelling into his mouth.
