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The Lunchroom

May 1, 2014
By Anonymous

I sat, staring, silent

Everyone’s chatter filled the lunchroom,

Blending together in a muffled groan

Everything felt so bland,

The air around me felt rigid and cold

It smelled like greasy old food
I was drowning in boredom

He won’t even look at me,

We haven’t spoke all day


Suddenly music started playing,

Pushing out the mono toned background

With a fast moving beat and sweet rhythm

Colors came rushing in the room

Professional dancers came twirling, jumping
And dancing to the rhythm

He stood up from his seat,

He looked at me with a smirk across his face

And held out his hand
I took it

He pulled me out of my seat

And we were spinning together around the room

Weaving in and out of the dancers

My ears were ringing with laughter

My heart was racing with excitement



We settled back down in our seats

My cheeks were sore from the

Constant grin stretched across my face

We haven’t spoken all day

He won’t stop looking at me

Everything felt so clear

We sat, staring, silent



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