Creative Writing: The Last Burrito

We were supposed to enjoy the Fourth of July happily together in Columbus. We were going to have fun. It was never the idea for me to end up with Matt in a near empty Taco Bell, with only a few teenagers on the other end, close to the door, and Matt crying. Because our plans never really work out, there's always something to shit on them. This time a proposal from Matt. Well, it didn't really shit on our plans. Basically, the fact that Shawn said 'No' shat on Matt's plan. When I hug Matt, I notice some of the teens staring. Well, whatever, I understand why they are curious, it's not every day that you see a dude crying in Taco Bell.

After Jake went to go get a napkin, the other kid threw all the Cheez-Its on the ground. Then there was a Cheez-Its food fight. Everybody started throwing food everywhere around the cafeteria.

had been weathered. And then in 1986, Chris drove out to El Segundo, made the

After probably ten minutes inside the long intricate line that wrapped around the restaurant, I was finally able to get my hands on a burrito bowl and take my first bite. The bowl was colorful, the tomatoes, lettuce, and sour cream, made up the top half of the bowl, and under it the rice, beans, and chicken made up the bottom half. I didn’t expect much, but the first bite took me by surprise. The sour cream with the salsa was something I didn’t expect, it tasted so good. I could almost imagining eating a whole bowl filled only with sour cream and salsa, and maybe some chips on the side. The chicken added that was mixed in with the sour cream and salsa was something unique that I have never had before. This seemed like the perfect go-to spot for lunch after school, and it was. The only thing I didn’t like was the beans, but it was an easy fix. Almost everyday I would be at Chipotle with friends after school, my wallet was devastated, but my stomach was happy and that's all it mattered at the

A few weeks before Christmas last year, I and my friends Daniel, Emmanuel and John longboarded from my house up in Lakeland down to Daniel’s house down in the valley of Auburn. It was approximately a two and a half hour journey through the brisk air and on the slippery wet leaves. It took a bunch of twists and turns to get to Daniel’s apartment, all of our friends called his area “Mini Mexico” because everyone in his apartment complex was Mexican besides two Indian families that fit in. We arrived around five the sunny was already setting, we leaned our boards against the wall next to Daniel’s door. We walked into an already started party. We lined up to greet the relatives, I was in the back just hoping that

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 student, Joe, had worked hard with the cafeteria to improve the school lunches. He was outraged by her

“How many of you believe you are geniuses?” my English teacher at high school asked. One person raised their hand. “I have worked with kinder garden students and can someone guess how many students raised their hands when I asked them the same question?” No one said anything. “Every single hand in the class was raised.”

It's been eight years. Eight years. Held captive against my will. I'm beginning to believe that I'll also die here.

The air was cold, not a frigid cold, but rather a chilly fall evening. The sun was setting and the sky was an Erie dark blue. Nick turned on the radio and the guys were ready to kick off the weekend. Their plans were dim, but they night was young and hopes were high. Johnny leaned over to open the window and a heavy breeze flew into the car. The window was quickly rolled up and the realization that summer was over was clear. Driving down University drive Nick and Johnny indecisively argues about what to eat. Every fast food joint had been hit about 4 times by this time in the year. The two decided on chipotle and began their scheme to acquire booze. See Nick had his brothers fake ID, so all it took was some confidence and the two of them

The sun was shining bright and a clear ocean blue sky in Mexico. It was a great start that morning until, Elizabeth had to make a difficult decision that could change her whole life. She has four siblings and her mom and dad. Her parents didn't make enough money to pay for school and for other multiple things. So Elizabeth and her siblings would just stay at home and help out their mom clean around the house. Sometimes they would just mess around at home not helping out with their mom.

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.

Most of them were taken, but then I saw Jack and he waved at me and yelled: “Hey, over here!” I walked over to him and said: “Hey, what's up?” “Not much,” he said “We didn’t really do anything, all the teachers just had us learn the other people's names and what they liked.” We kept taking throughout lunch, and then the bell rang. “See ya later,” he said “See ya,” I said.

Finally it was lunch time. I grabbed my bag and made my way into the cafeteria scanning the room for an empty table until I finally found one and sat down pulling out my lunch bag and biting into an apple. "Hey" Mason says from behind me. I practically jump out of my seat and choke in the pice of Apple I was chewing before I got into a coughing fit trying not to die of oxygen loss. "You-" cough "could have-" cough "kill-" cough "killed me!" I say pressing my hand against my

Anthony and Caleb were waiting for a good story, when it happened. The chief of the school whose name is unknown, walked out of the kitchen bringing the food to the cafeteria. He was halfway there when the slice of pizza but the ground. The chief looked around, obviously not seeing us and put it back on the cart. He then quickly proceeded into the cafeteria were all of the 6th grade students were eating lunch.