She grabbed the fork and ate all the spaghetti her mother made, she couldn't stop eating and wanted more. She saw the chocolate cake for her brother sitting on the fridge, and she just grabbed her fork and began eating with no remorse. Her mother found out, and grounded her, but she didn't care all she wanted was to keep the fork moving. She didn't know what sharing was, she slowly was going insane. As you walked in to her room, there was candy wrappers everywhere. Everyone called her meatball but she no longer cared. Her desperation for the fork to be dirty was bigger than anything in the world.