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te on anything. The bell couldn't ring fast enough for me to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the classroom. I was barely aware of the teacher's v

actly been enjoying my high school life. I don't have th

t a high school dropout and think, "Ah, tha

ng would get me a better job than a waitress working at a tiny diner for minimum wag

of focus as the seconds tick by ever so slowly. The class wasn't very produ

then the next, and the next and the ne

aged to scrape by, lunch time had never been in my favor. I couldn't buy the exp

t was the leftover scrapes from the cafeteria section that hardly filled my stomach. However, a beggar wasn't a chooser

with. Everybody raced to the cafeteria, while I stayed behind to slowly gather my belongings.

check what was left and pressed my lips together when I

. At this point, a pack of instant noodles was enough to get us by for the couple days left till I got my paychec

not caring about my existence was that they didn't really notice me when I came to the lunch lady, st

hing if not consistent." She looked down at me angrily, so I tried my best not to meet her eyes, h

though my body protested, I felt my stomach grumble, demanding to b

Hill was a public high school, so the cafeteria food wasn't exactly worth 5 Michelin stars, but they looked appetizing enough, especial

e awkwardly, waiting for my turn. I hadn't really had breakfast this morning. Just a slice of toast and

e tray of scraps she could afford to give me-a few crackers and a loaf

find a quiet corner to finish my meal.

turned around, I bumped into the worst person I could

I looked at the scene unfolding in horror, watching as everything fell to the floor in slow motion, the food splattering on the ground

because much to my horror, Mai was now clutching her purse to her chest, examining