Lamendola High School: A Short Story

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.

The perspective of Bonnie Sue Bomgartner “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.

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.

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico. At

“Hey, Joeybob!” Joeybob turns to see his friend, yelling emphatically. “Hey, Billybob!” Joeybob says, excited to see his friend after a long day at work. “Want to grab some dinner at the diner?” Joeybob was famished because he was in a rush to get out of his house this morning and forgot to make himself some food and there were no “out of work” lunch intermissions allowed. They walked up to “The Cool Diner” and started to take their orders.

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.

”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.

The word success means very differently for each and every person. Success can range from just getting up from bed to go make coffee to making money at a job that you like. In the Oxford Dictionary, by definition, success means the accomplishment of an aim or purpose. My story begins when I was in 8th grade at Leyva Middle School. I was in 4th period Algebra 1 alongside many 7th graders and a few 8th graders. In my 7th grade year, I was in the this new program called Bulldog Tech and I had pre-Algebra. In my Algebra class, my teacher, Mr. Nguyen, gave the class a project of creating a presentation of a job that you would like to do in the future. The requirement for the presentation to qualify was to show one way how math is used in your selected job. Mr. Nguyen gave the whole class a week to choose and learn about a job from what you do to the salaries.

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.

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

Worries of today’s interactions with the twins were pushed aside as Amy concentrated on preparing mac and cheese for dinner. The dish was at the demands of Dr. Alastor Connor, her obnoxious and unlovable boyfriend. She chopped the tomatoes in graceful motions, but a driving force enthused each cut. The rhythmic clash of the blade on the glass chopping board filled the quiet kitchen despite its spacious size. Although she found it strange it Dr. Connor liked a strange recipe of mac and cheese which included tomatoes, onions and bacon, she dared not object. He and Dr. Einarsson were in the living area drinking and obsessing over work like they did most nights.

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

School Food: Neither Nutritious nor Delicious White brick walls, too small desks, the faint sound of gossip in the background, and the unmistakable scent of white board markers leave no guess as to where I am. I glance around to see that most people have finished their worksheets and are desperately waiting for the bell to release us to lunch. Ring. Ring. Finally, we were free to walk to lunch. As we walked into the lunchroom we are bombarded by the absolutely tantalizing scent of… mystery meat. Nothing quite compares to high school lunches. The only place in the world where ketchup counts as a vegetable and a slice of processed cheese is a full serving of dairy. I walk through the line and grab my meal; the same thing that I got every day. Chicken sandwich, french fries, a bag of chips that I have to pay extra for, and whatever fruit they required us to take. Honestly, I was a little scared to try any of the other things that they offered. Everything they offer looks just gross, the pizza they offer drips grease, the salad isn’t washed, and you never knew what you might get in the hot lines. “At least I’m not an athlete though,” I think grimly as I watch two football players take two trays of food each. Nothing here offers enough calories to keep them going for practice. I sit down and actually look down at what I grabbed. Limp sweet potato fries and a bruised apple make for a very appetizing meal. School lunches in public schools should be held to a

To the left of the card she sees the button and stepped back. “But was it a dream?” she whispered to herself. 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.