Tuesday, July 25, 2006
New Beginning 1
I was in the cafeteria eating my turkey, cheese, and onion sandwich the day my life ended. I really like onion in my sandwich because it has that pungent taste that kind of wraps itself around your tongue and bites down hard. Not nearly as hard as what was coming next, but who was to know?
And Martin was sitting on my right, next to the left of condiment stand I put my mouse, Leroy, in when I was in ninth grade. We always sat there as a memorial to my poor, little rodent who suffered a horrible death at the hands of Mrs. Wagner, the head cook. But I was about to get up and get some milk when Janet and Heather walked in. They had their arms around Cindy Peterson like they’d just won the lottery and Cindy was the prize.
I nearly puked on Martin.
I don't think Martin even noticed, because he was watching the trio also. He didn't look nearly as upset as someone watching a corpse being carried to the dumpster ought to.
Apparently Cindy had drawn the short straw in poison class.
My gut threatened to heave again. Not because we didn't see this often enough at Dr. Death's Academy, but because I'd just remembered that I'd drawn Martin for the disembowelment research project.