All of Michael Scott's students hurried inside the cafeteria to eat their lunch. Some students had their lunchboxes waiting for them, while others hurried off to buy their lunches. Kelly sat down at a table in a corner and Ryan and Toby sat down with her. Over at the other side of the cafeteria, Angela and Dwight, who had packed their lunches, sat down silently together. Stanley sat by Phyllis and a boy from another class named Bob. Creed sat alone. Oscar sat with Kevin and Meredith. They had all it seemed picked spots beforehand. Poor Pam nervously picked up her lunch tray and found an empty table. She looked over to where Roy and Darryl were sitting. Maybe she should sit there…
"Can I sit here?" A voice asked. Pam turned to see Jim smiling and holding his lunch tray.
"Yes! Of course!"
Jim sat down and looked at the lunch disgusted. "Yuck! I wish my mom had packed me lunch!"
Pam smiled. "Me too! Well, she used to, but now she has a job."
"What did you usually have for lunch?" Jim asked.
"Just usually a peanut butter sandwich and chips. But it's better than this slop!" They both laughed as they ate what little they could force down their throats and raced to see who could chug their chocolate milk fastest.
Michael sat in a chair in the teacher's lounge and ate from the large gallon goldfish tub as he waited for his family-sized chicken pot pie to heat up. The door opened and Michael turned to see Mrs. Jan Levinson-Gould walk in.
"Hi, Jan," Michael said a bit shyly. Jan had been working here for a year, but Michael usually never got to talk to her. "You're looking- nice."
"Thanks, Michael, but I can't talk right now. I'm busy." Jan pointed to the phone she was holding up to her ear.
"Yep, my chicken-pot pies done. Got to eat this up so I don't go hungry and eat my kids."
Jan flashed Michael a 'not amused' look and hurried out the door with her microwaved hot pocket. Michael happily pulled out his pot pie and walked back to his classroom where he ate it up quickly so he wouldn't be eating it during class time. Michael looked at the clock. 11:58. The class would be coming back soon. Michael leaned back in his chair as his stomach churned slightly. He had to pull himself together so he could contain 14 9-year-olds for the rest of the afternoon. The class eventually came back into the classroom and sat down at their seats while they chatted.
"Ok, kids. Naptime." Michael groaned.
Stanley raised his hand. "We haven't done naptime since 1st grade."
"Ok, then color some pictures. There's paper in the back." He said clutching his stomach.
"Are you ok Mr. Scott?" Kelly asked.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"You don't like good." Toby pointed out.
"Do I?" Michael groaned and then threw up all over the carpet.