What. The heck. Is this junk!? Anne Maria stared at the slop Chef and Chris called 'breakfast', a look of pure distain on her face as Chef served it, letting it fall of his spoon in chunks, plopping into her bowl with a sickening thud. "Thanks…" She grumbles, taking her tray to a table and taking her seat, still staring at the bowl. Am I expected to eat this? She leaned over it, giving the stuff a tentive sniff. She covered her mouth immediately, trying not to gag at the putrid smell. Maybe this stuff is out of date? Or maybe I just got a bad batch?! She looked around, seeing the other react just as she did. Okay maybe its just frikin digustin. She sniffed, picking up salt shaker and putting a little salt on the monstrosity. Please tell me it didn't just hiss at me. She tried her best not to look as revolted as she was. Well isn't this nice.
"Hey spray tan" Rang out a voice from her left. A.M frowned a bit. Excuse me? Spray tan? Oh its that man lady from the first day, figugas. "pass the salt, ide rather this slop taste like something other than just paste." Anne couldn't help but to glare at this rude ass girl. Oh no she betta not be orderin me around,who does she think she turned away,opting to ignore her.
"Chop chop salt now" Okay that's it, I'm not gonna let this blonde disrespect me and my fine self. A.M Frowned sharply, the girls smile making her ears burn with anger. "First of all I don't take no orders from you, second of all, you can say please, capiche?" She says hotly, picking up the salt shaker and chucking it at her, feeling even more infuriated when the girl caught it with ease. She cursed under her breath, directing her attention back at her meal before she did something rash like punching her in her stupid face. Which at the moment don't seem like such a bad idea, that'll wipe that smirk off her face. She smiled a little at the thought before the scent of the rancid food found its way back into her attentions. Oh right, breakfast. She picked up the spoon, hovering over the edge of the bowl. I….ew no. She placed it back down, swallowing thickly before trying again. Come on it cant taste as bad as it looks. And smells. She plunged the spoon into the paste before she could give it any more thought, a look of pure repulsion as she it stuck fast. She stuck her tongue out, eyebrows draw together in a blatant display of disgust. I…eW N O. She tried taking the spoon out, but only succeeded in picking up the whole bowl. How are we expected to eat this crap! I hate this, I hate Chris, and I hate that girl for pissin me off more than I can even deal with, it's the frikin morning I'm not gon to deal with her shit. Im so done.