Montana can barely contain his excitement; it’s almost time for him to eat. The moment the bell rings to end 4th period, he bolts out of the room into his 5th period, Writer’s Workshop. He arrives a full minute before anyone else.
    As Montana sits down, he opens the lunch his mother packed for him. He droops a little in his seat as he sees what is inside: an oversized bag of carrots, with a handwritten note that read: “Eat your veggies! -Love, Mom.”
    Montana instinctively shrieks “Why!?” into the empty classroom.
    Other student begin to file into class, some of them staring confusedly at Montana, who is laying his head on his desk and crying.
    “Uhh… Montana?” asks Mr. Spencer, who had just arrived. “Are you alright?”
    Some students chuckle.
    Montana points at his lunchbox with a disgusted face. “Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just… this.”
    “Okay then, let’s just move onto our prompt for today,” replies Mr. Spencer.
    Mr. Spencer reads the prompt and sets the timer for ten minutes.
    Montana lifts his head off his desk and stares coldly at the note. “Eat your veggies!” echoes endlessly in his mind. His heart begins to race, he starts to sweat, and he cannot think clearly; he has been overtaken by his hatred of vegetables.
    Montana pockets the note and carrots, planning to deal with them later, then raises his trembling hand.
    “Mr. Spencer, may I go to the bathroom?” asks Montana.
    “Yep, stay safe, don’t fall in,” jokes Mr. Spencer.
    When Montana enters the restroom, all the stalls are occupied, so he settles for sitting down on the cold tile floor with his back to a wall. He buries his face in his shaking hands, “Eat your veggies!” still dancing in his head.
    A student leaves a stall and stares blankly at Montana, who is shaking on the spot. The student slowly edges around Montana, attempting to stay away from the crazy man on the floor, but doesn’t get far before Montana begins stabbing.
    Within minutes, a security guard, who is answering a noise complaint, appears. He pulls Montana out of the way and drags the still screaming teen into the hall.
    “What are you doing?” says the guard.
    “I… I don’t know,” whispers Montana.
    The guard shakes his head. “Whatever. We’re going to the office. Now.”
    Montana is taken to the office. His legs feel like jelly and his mind is clouded. He is brought to the principal’s office, where he is questioned by Mr. Letton.
    “Montana, why did you do this?” said the principal.
    In response, Montana grumbles a few unintelligible words, reaches into his pocket, and hands Mr. Letton the note from his lunch.