Lamendola High School: A Short Story

“I can not wait to finally be crowned the Apple Blossom Queen. Today is going to be perfect. I woke up, ate pancakes for breakfast, and had tuna for lunch. It wasn’t hard to be nominated for Apple Blossom Queen because I am the prettiest candidate and also the most popular. None of the other girls ever had a chance,”I whispered to myself. Suddenly, I began to feel sick. “Oh No!,” I screamed. I vomited everywhere in the cafeteria. “It was the tuna fish,” I gasped miserably.

Ralph’s mother’s voice floated into his room. “Ralph, lunch is ready. Are you hungry?” she called. No, Ralph was not hungry. After weeks and weeks of surviving on such a meager diet of fruit and the occasional bite of pig, his stomach still hadn’t recovered. Ralph shuddered at the thought of eating pig. A week or so ago, his mother made him eggs and bacon for breakfast. Upon seeing the bacon, Ralph was violently ill with thoughts of Jack and his hunters.

As Angelica confidently strolled into Rosario High, Eliza and Peggy, her sisters followed close behind. Angelica had been at the school before, because she'd been taking a bus over to the high school for her advanced math class all throughout eighth grade. Eliza, however, had never been inside the building before and felt incredibly small walking in. Peggy wasn't even supposed to be there. She should've been in eighth grade, but she skipped it and went straight to high school. She was very smart, but no one ever noticed. She was always just Angelica and Eliza's sister. They made their way down wing 1B in search of their lockers. Peggy stopped at her locker, number ninety six, while Angelica and Eliza looked for their own. Angelica finished her search at locker number seventy stuff. Eliza found hers a bit farther down, locker 46. While she began to unpack her books, she saw four boys making their way down the hallway. One was the famous jock, Lafayette. No one knew his real name except teachers, because he insisted that it was to long to use. His friend, another jock who was very smart, however, Hercules Mulligan followed him down the hall. John Laurens, who was decent at sports, but more of a science guy was with them, too. Following them was the mystery man, Alexander Hamilton. He was in their grade, but barely anyone knew anything about him. Eliza figured he was just another jock.

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.

One day the John Wright family goes to a limited time buffet/restaurant called iApple. They have all sorts of apple food. They have apple pie, apple bread, apple croissants, apple juice, apple crisp, apple cobbler, apple butter for the apple bread, apple chips, apple sauce, apple cider and many more.

While the children were playing with their toys Samantha was preparing the Thanksgiving feast. Which consisted of a 14 pound turkey, a spiral ham, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn bread, sweet potato casserole, pumpkin pie, and apple pie. As the smell of the food filled the house the children’s stomachs began to rumble and their mouths began to drool. As their hunger increased the children became anxious and impatient which resulted in Viola walking up to her mother and asking, “Mommy is the food done I am really hungry and my tummy hurts.”

During lunch in the cafeteria, I didn’t eat my lunch. The flashbacks of Mrs. Price with that uncaring face make me feel disappointed and hurt. I’m not hungry because of those feelings whirling inside me. Phyllis Lopez, who’s on the other end of the room, stares at me in disbelief and disgust of her sweater being worn by me.

It was another bleary day. Lunch passed without incident with its occasional sloppy mash and bread, and Mrs. Line had already given out her daily thirty-page dose of homework for the night, inevitably due tomorrow. The lunch food made me gag, but the homework made me nearly fill my crying quota for the day. I tried not to let it get me down.

Thank goodness her shop was closed on Monday. Getting up, she dragged herself to the refrigerator but when she opened the door, the cold air made her wounds throb. Slamming it shut, she searched her cupboards until she found a can of baked beans. But she couldn’t work the opener with one hand. In the end, she ended up eating white bread, dry and tasteless. Agonizing, she wondered if she’d chased Will away.

I looked around at the kitchen. There was sugar all over the wooden floor, flour and cocoa all across my blouse and frosting in my hair. And a barely recognizable chocolate fudge lava cake sitting in the middle of it all. When Mom and Dad walked in, they looked at the disheveled messy state of the kitchen with wide eyes. “Don’t ask”, I groaned holding my head in my hands. Mom smiled, and I grabbed the candle and fire starter.

It was a regular day for my family, everybody was done with school and were now doing homework, but there was something different about today. Our parents had went to Costco and had brought back a huge box of It’s-It. Now, my family and I always fought for those delicious ice cream sandwiches, they were like gold to a gold miner in San Francisco back in 1849. I always knew a way to sneak more than one It’s-It, even though I am usually very strict with what I eat. First, it was one then two soon it became three It’s-It. I was shock of how much I had ate, but I made sure not to leave anything behind for my family will get curious. It was around 7:30, when my parents had called for all us to get together for a “discussion,” but I already knew

Giselle was very fond of peanuts, much unlike her other siblings who seemed to enjoy carrots over anything. She picked up the peanut, stored it in her cheek, and looked around for more. She spotted another one a few feet to the right, the opposite way of her home. She decided it couldn’t hurt to collect a few pieces of food, since she had skipped dinner with her failed attempt at showing off. She picked up the next peanut and saw that there were more in the same direction. She followed the trail, which happened to lead right into a net that she didn’t notice. Once she jumped into the

“No. You go ahead. I'm not hungry.” When she saw Virginia's face she smiled. “Later. I'll eat later, I promise.” Then she went back to looking out the window. She was staring toward the tree but they were too far away to see Mr. Graham in it. Getting out two plates, Virginia laid a slab of meatloaf and a couple of spoonfuls of peas on each. She set one plate in front of her mom and put hers in the

It was a rainy afternoon-turned-evening and I was faced with the struggle of rummaging up something to eat. I was alone, and cooking for one is never that exciting (to me), I find a sweet pleasure in cooking for others, witnessing their satisfaction with each bite as your sign of endearment. Before I lamented at the thought of cooking for myself, a recipe popped into my mind, shifting my thoughts to excitement. It's one that I'd been wanted to try and just so happened to be the perfect meal to brighten up this grey day, plus it was simple, like really simple.

Lanie was not sure how to explain the experience she had just had. All she knew, was that she was starving. The smells coming from her mom’s kitchen were of delicious cheesecake, her favorite birthday dessert. She decided to go downstairs and join her family for dinner.