I re-adjusted the strap on my shoulder across my chest as the weight of all the books I had gained weighed down my messenger bag, as Ms. Scarlett predicted by the time I had finished receiving all the beginner books all my classes had to give me. When I had left the last classroom the Lunch dong had sounded loudly through every corridor while everyone was speed walking to the dining hall, remembering the warning on the notice I too hurriedly made my way to dining hall , when I finally got there I stopped in shock as the sight of a fully grown male was hanging from a rope on the arch of the entering door. His blood had clearly been drained as his innards were draped in a Christmas like fashion...shown off... my mouth opened in a silent 'Ohhhh' as I understood...he hadn't followed the rules 'The Warden' had given us.
I quickly schooled my shocked expression into a neutral one and continued walking inside towards the ever-growing line of people waiting for their food, when it was finally my turn I was handed a Styrofoam box with a simple business envelope tapped on it with a plain spork and a napkin wrapped in cellophane. At the end of the line waiting for each person who had received a lunch was a stern looking lunch lady holding a dark black-ish red laptop handing it to everyone and made them type something and wait before moving on, while I had time to wait I business looking letter and opened it seeing as everyone else had already done so. Big bold letters read DINING NOTICE: The woman hold the laptop will catalog you each time you receive you're meal. So should you decide to miss a meal I will be notified and the results will be less than pleasant, after you 'log in' you have a choice you may eat in your room but for at least one meal once a week you must eat in the dining area. That is all. -The Warden My eyebrow rose and a tiny smile spread across my face before looking up and realizing it was almost my turn to 'log in' for the first time, after waiting couple of minutes in the slow paced line it was finally my turn.
I stepped up to a stern looking lady that had her dark red and gray streaked hair twisted into a complicated bun, after that she told me to type in my name which I so graciously did: D-A-V-I-D , A-L-S-T-A-I-R and waited for her to let me move on. She blew out an agitated sigh as if I had somehow soiled her with my very presence and I suppose in a way I did as she said "Sir I need to take your picture with the hood off, for identification purposes of course." She said it in a really snooty way and I resisted the urge to growl at her and the lap-top camera and flipped the hood off my head, when the countdown for the camera began I pulled my lips into a rugged bloodthirsty grin showing off my teeth but kept my eyes half-lidded giving the camera a bored look that said 'Come on I've got better things to do than be here.' When the picture froze signaling that my photo had been taken I quickly pulled the hood back over my head shadowing my eyes and I stared soullessly at the lady who shuddered and I asked if I was able to leave yet, shuddering again she gave me a quick yes. I quickly walked away from the lady and the dinner hall back to the memorized path to my hideous white room as I smirked anyone who saw the picture that had been taken would obviously take it as me flicking them off, which is exactly what I wanted. Finally I made it back to my dwelling and opened the door and froze.
All my previously disgusting wash white sheets, pillow cases, covers, floor and window covers had been replaced by the color that I had so evidently chosen as my own, I had had even received a nice desk fitted with a little lamp that had a little flick button to turn it off and on. Suspicious I checked it for any bugs or recording devises that might of been applied to it, I looked and looked...none. Carefully I set my lunch on the desk and walked over to my new bed to see a yellow sticky note on my somehow fluffier pillow that said: "The old items of your dwelling were considered a part of the 'Old Order' and have been taken to the incinerator to be disposed of. Also the lock on your door has been re-installed to where it locks from the inside as well as the outside by a code. The passcode is: 4487. That was all that was written.
A heavy sigh left my lips a few seconds after I had read the note and then I practically belly-flopped on my dark green bed, I wallowed here in silence before propping myself up with my elbows and looked at the Styrofoam lunch I had received. I quickly sat up and swung myself off the bed and padded over to my school like desk that had an aluminum trash can next to it, hesitantly I picked up the box and brought it to my face before inhaling deeply trying to catch the scent of whatever was inside the white box. The smell of cooked meat, deliciously warmed cheese, and plastic assaulted my sensitive nose, I flipped my secret lunch and saw a thick laminated paper curled protectively around one of the two cylindrical lunch items wrapped in tin foil. I pinched the corner of the sleek shiny paper that over lapped the rest and unraveled it still holding the same corner of the paper and 'Oh my gosh another note!' I groaned to myself as big block letters read:
ORDER OF LUNCH:
Monday: Breakfast: Bacon, Eggs, mushrooms, and tomatoes. Lunch: Bottle of water, two hotdogs, and macaroni and cheese. Dinner: Steak, and mushroom pie.
Tuesday: Breakfast: Pancakes with maple syrup, blue berries and milk. Lunch: Tomato soup. Dinner: Rice, small chunks of meat, vegetables, and potatoes.
Wednesday: Breakfast: Croissants, fried eggs and coffee or Tea. Lunch: Hamburgers or tofu. Dinner: Panini with a muffin.
Thursday: Breakfast: Cereal, toast, and a cup of fruit and juice. Lunch: Scones, grapes and a bottle of water. Dinner: Pizza
Friday: Breakfast: Wheat bloomers with curd cheese. Lunch: Marzipan puff pastry. Dinner: Pasta with white cheese sauce.
Saturday: Breakfast: Bananas, crepes with jam. Lunch: Fish and chips. Dinner: Salads with condiments of your choice.
Sunday: Breakfast: Baguette, yogurt, and strawberries. Lunch: Tacos. Dinner: Garlic pasta with bread.
When I finished reading the list given to me I blanked and asked myself 'Why? Why would they feed us so much better food?!' They had nothing to gain from it, we weren't expecting them or him to do that so really it wouldn't make a big fiasco if they didn't...so why? Before I could continue my train of thought my stomach growled, it had been so many years since I had tasted anything that even remotely hinted at the amazing wonderfulness of food and not the grey slob they usually gave us. Tearing my eyes from the shiny paper I stared at my lunch and phantom word drifted through my mind "Lunch: Bottle of water, two hotdogs, and macaroni and cheese." So today was Monday the day that school usually starts, what a coincidence...not. I set the paper aside on my desk and carefully unraveled the foil around hot dog no.1 and steam instantly wisped off of it in tiny streams from the bun and meat, once again my stomach rumbled at the mouth watering smell reminding me to get a move on. I devoured the first one in just a couple of bites and the steaming food heated my throat and belly. I ate the second one slower savoring each bite even licking the crumbs off the foil before finally moving to the mac & cheese 'A delicacy previously denied.' and opened the plastic wrap holding the creamy white spork, I pried open the small container of the cheesy elbow macaroni. The scent of it burned my nose in a pleasant way before I scooped some up on the spork and hesitantly placed it in my mouth as if I was afraid someone might take it from me, flavor instantly exploded over my taste buds and I hummed happily a geeky grin on my face as my once previous personality shone through. I finished the tasty cup in a couple of savory bites and when I did I placed the balled up foil and empty cup in the trash can located next to my desk and dropped them in it. I glanced at the bottle of water and left it on the sink so it wouldn't stain the wood, a wide yawn split my mouth as the warmth of the food filled my and made me drowsy. I knew I would have to find out the times I would eat in the dinning hall and the books in my bag that I would have to read, but with the warmth willingly lulling me into sleeps embrace I could not resist. So I clambered on the bed and closed my eyes then like a light I was out.
This chapter is extra long for those who've been waiting for me to update the story, thanks for sticking with me! By the way I wasn't the one who came up with the full order of lunch and if you don't know what a certain thing is you can ask her: TheLifelessFreak. And yes one of my weaknesses is mac & cheese so feel free to use it against me. Also if you have any questions let me know. ^_^