Calzones: A Short Story

“I am going to get the kids meal though because I am not that hungry. I won’t eat it if we take it go.”

Feel terrible,’ she [says]. ‘God, I'm hungry.

immediately ushered over to a table full of food and was told to eat. Stephanie was also handed a

“Uh hey are you hungry?” you ask, “We could go get some food.” Feferi’s face immediately goes back to her super ecstatic happy face when food is mentioned and she nods her

“Oh,” Lela said not noticing for a second what she was talking about, she snuck in a tiny laugh, “this is how I eat everything, Mrs. Johnson.” she said cheerfully. She formed her best smile to be extra

“Do you still want to eat?” my mom said, “I mean you have already eaten too much, and you should eat

Lunch mercifully arrived, and Lewis broke one of his self-imposed rules and let himself slouch. Over the summer, he had been accustomed to grabbing something from Sylvester's refrigerator or cabinet if even the thought of hunger passed through his mind. Now, Lewis had to wait four hours for a tray of food. It seemed like Sylvester was on the same page when he grabbed Lewis's arm and quickly dragged him toward the lunch line. Knowing Sylvester, Lewis got in line first to let the big guy know what the blondie was going to get. Sylvester never wanted to get the same thing since Lewis always shared. He grabbed a fruit salad, and whatever else that looked colorful.

I can't go because my stomach is growling very critically" I said dead seriously in response she roll her eyes and I continue "And Why I should go? Call that wacky brother" I said loathly.

“I know I need to eat more and I will when I feel better. I'm just too groggy and tired to try to eat. Please, just let me rest a bit longer. That's all I really need right now,” she told Nancy.

"Are you mad?" She exclaimed and began mumbling a couple "ow"s here and there. I gave her a look of disgust and bit into the leg of a chicken. "You're nasty," I commented thickly as I chewed and placed the half eaten leg on my glimmering plate. The platters in front were packed with several dishes of food I could choose from, but I like to stick with something small and simple as my appetite wasn't pleased from Clara's joke.

Out of nowhere, Spencer came into the conversation and said “Could ya’ll stop talking about the pizza and start talking about how we need to go bake some tamales for the school bake sale!”

“I’M HUNGRY!” Secunda groaned irritably. “When will supper be served, Mother? My stomach is grumbling again.”

“Darling, you must eat. It’s been ages.” My nurse is occasionally annoying but since she’s the only nice company, I comply. “Alright, but I don’t understand your worry.

Gu Weiting seems to be accustomed to it, without a change in his facial expression, he pulled out a tissue handed to the woman next to him, and say, with a deep voice, "wipe out your mouth, you have some food around it.”

”Well, it was a week before school started; all of the teachers were talking in the lobby. A few of us have not eaten yet, me included. Therefore, Mr. Carter and I walked over to the fridge and he grabbed the last burrito. I walked back to the table with him, expecting to be offered at least half of the burrito but he did not even bother. I was stuck there eating chips and rice while he was enjoying stuffing his face. You can imagine how mad I was.