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Meanwhile Part 2: The Abhorrence of Binge Eating

It was lunchtime.

Everyone was scattered about in the cafeteria, eating and chatting with their friends at the numerous tables, which seemed to be sectioned off with various stereotypes.

The jocks sat at the back.

The hoodlums sat by the side doors.

The cheerleading squad sat in the centre, along with the popular kids.

The punks sat by the right of the cafeteria.

The Goths sat near the left.

The losers sat in the corner.

Squee, on the other hand, had his own section.

Squee had his own lunchtime outside of the school, under a tree close to the bleachers by the football/soccer/track field. He sat by himself, with his mp3 player blasting From First to Last in his ears and his schoolbag leaning against him. Though it was lunch, he hardly or never ate any. He wasn't accustomed to eating much. That was probably why he was so skinny.

Squee's quiet time was soon interrupted by two girls walking around, possibly just coming from the parking lot.

"Like, oh my GOD…what did you eat for lunch today Amber?"

"Oh, you know, like a shit load of fries, a Big Slurp of Pepsi, and a double cheeseburger. Like, what about you?"

"Like, basically the same thing as you, except like, with TWO plates of fries and, like, a TRIPLE cheeseburger."

"Like, you know what that, like, MEANS!"

"Like, of course I do! Did you bring like, your lucky toothbrush?"

"Like, of course!"

The girls clapped their hands together in sickening glee.

"IT'S, LIKE, THROW-UP TIME!"

In a flash, the girls dashed into the school, their 'lucky toothbrushes' clutched in their manicured hands. Squee crinkled his nose in disgust. Even with the volume on high from his mp3 player, he was still able to hear their ecstatic squeals. He believed that forcing yourself to regurgitate your insides wasn't at all helpful to improve your body image.

It's pathetic that people only care about the exterior, and not what really counts.

TV commercials, music videos, catchy pop songs, and other forms of commercial media have blinded society's view of the truth.

Squee wasn't even sure if there was such thing as a truth in this world anymore.

Oh well.

RIIIIIIING!

Lunch was over. Squee sighed and packed up his things. He glowered at the school in revulsion before making his way towards it.

He couldn't wait until he got out of that hellhole.

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With only a touch of self-mockery.