Head to dinner

You quickly race down the halls, eager to get some food because you're nearly starving to ****, and eager to get something good to eat. You quickly race the cafeteria, heading up to the counter.

You pause, seeing out of the corner of your eye a student behind the counter in the back of the kitchen with the principal. Unlike the other students with you getting burnt portions of chips, green slop and a burnt chunk of cheap meat, she's getting fancy-looking steak, good chips and cans of fizzy drink.

"What's that?" you ask.

"None of your business," Lunch Lady Caroline says.

"How come they get such nice food?" you ask.

"They're the trays for good students, not you and the normal rabble!" she says.

"Oh, can I please have one?" you say, suddenly starving. "Please?"

Lunch Lady Caroline laughs in your face.

"They're only for good students, who perform services for the staff!" Lunch Lady Caroline says.

"Services?" you say, a flirty grin appearing on your face. "I'm sure

Lunch Lady Caroline laughs, however it's a more nervous one than before.

"Services?" she asks. "Like what?"