Although the school cafeteria could dish up the most delicious lunches, I wasn't hungry. Which was a pity, because the meat loaf they were serving that day was one of their most delectable dishes.
The cafeteria itself wasn't so bad. It was rather large, able to accomodate all the students in middle school at one time. The walls were a simple white, and there were a series of counters in front of the kitchen doors where the food was served. Booths lined the walls, and tables littered the rest of the cafeteria.
My mind was preoccupied with something more delightful than meat loaf: revenge. I had the rough outline of a plan, though the moment I set my eyes on the food I was supposed to eat that day, I knew what I had to do. Pulling the plate onto my tray, I didn't bother to get silverware. Grabbing a carton of milk, I began walking over to the table where my targets were.
Inhaling the scent of the meat loaf, I was briefly tempted to just sit down at the nearest table and enjoy my meal. But the circular table straight in front of me dissuaded me from doing so.
I didn't want to admit it, but the five of them were quite pretty, though the amount of makeup caked on their faces certainly made them look less attractive. Unless they were trying to charm a trash can: I'm sure their hideous faces would look good to that.
I stopped right behind Emi and Tammi, and as I stopped, the three other girls stopped talking. They stared at me with a mixture of contempt, disgust, and fear, and, as Emi and Tammi noticed the sudden silence, they too looked around, and saw me.
"Hi, canem." I spoke.
Kelli rolled her eyes, staring up at the ceiling.
"Really, Felicia, you should stop swearing." Kelli said, as she gazed into her mirror and dabbed at some lipstick at the corner of her mouth. "It makes you seem uncultured. And you don't want other people thinking that you're uncultured, do you?"
She smiled such with such sickly sweetness that I thought I had probably gotten diabetes because of it. "Now, run along, dear."
"Yes, but first, I have a request." I said. "Could you and Tammi get together for a photo? I need references for how to do my makeup."
Kelli smirked. "I don't think so, dear."
Dang. Now I have to pull out my acting skills.
"Fine!" I said, with a pout. "I'll tell you why I really want it. My parents wanted to know who the prettiest girls in the school were so I could socialize with them. They wanted me to be part of a better crowd. But since you don't like me, I guess I'll just take a picture to always remind me of how I acted so badly on my first day."
"Well, if that's the case, sure." Kelli beamed. "Tammi, come here. How do you want to pose?"
As they discussed their positioning in the photo and such, I balanced my tray in my right hand and took out my smartphone with my left.
"Okay, we're ready!"
"Great!" I said in a falsely cheery voice. "Now, put your heads closer together. Chin down. That's wonderful! Yes, keep it just. Like. THAT!"
And I threw my tray of food towards their faces with as much strength as I could muster. The tray soared through the air, the plate flying off of it.
The meatloaf hit them right in their faces, and they began coughing and spluttering.
"Ew! My outfit is ruined!" Tammi wailed mournfully.
"Omigosh, she did not just do that!" Alexi's mouth was wide open.
"Do you know how expensive these glasses are?" Kelli looked furious.
"I'll get tissues!" Emi volunteered.
I snapped a picture of their meat-loaf covered faces. "Perfect!"
And I rushed away, my insides bursting from my suppressed laughter.