The Cafeteria

The morning brought certain shame with it. Far from her Wisconsin home, Isabella Kyvat immediately missed the sound of crowing roosters, the faint smell of cool mist in the grass, and the immediate chaos of waking on a farm. But what drew shame was the shameful act she had committed earlier that night. Her hand was perhaps a bit moist, but all Isabella could think about was how she had betrayed everyone and everything on a rumor from some A/C wind.

Her late alarm went off, a phone-recorded audio of “I like to move it, move it!”. And Isabella groaned. She wanted to hide in her bed, even for just a moment longer. But, she was no coward, so she threw her blankets up and off. Giving quick thanks to God that none could see her body through the curtains, Isabella scrambled about her room. She ended up throwing on a white t-shirt, panties, socks, and gray sweatpants and her favorite pink hoodie. Just as quickly, Isabella looked at herself in the vanity mirror, and quickly set her hair in a ponytail. Ready to face the world, she opened the dorm room and left in pursuit of some food.

As the door opened, Isabella heard a voice whisper in her ear, “That was fun, wasn’t it? But you should explore campus. Meet new people, see what’s waiting here for you.”

Difficulty-10

D100 (+1) = 39

Luckily, the signs for the cafeteria were proudly displayed in every hallway, and Isabella grew exceedingly hungry as she closed in. Eggs and fried bacon became her guide. Stepping through, she found the room almost naked. There were three cooks and a couple in the corner holding hands while spooning cereal into each other's mouths. The boy looked like every stereotype emo goth boy her sister had wallpapered in the room. The girl was fair of skin and not afraid to show it; her blueberry blue guinea shirt stretched lusciously around her cleavage and even from the distance, Isabella could make out little nips pointing outward.

Shaking her head away from the lewd display, Isabela walked toward the food trays and started piling on food. Some egg, bacon, banana, and chocolate milk should suffice. When she got to the checkout kiosk, Isabella set her tray down and patted her pockets. A concerned frown formed as Isabella realized she didn’t have her student ID… It was tied up with yesterday’s hoodie.

“Hey Blondie! I don’t know who you think you are, but food is for student’s only,” One of the cooks hollered over. Isabella froze, staring at the large, sweaty, and lightly bearded man storming over. He looked about her age and the name-badge he displayed said, “Andy”.

“Uh…” Isabella looked fit to burst. Her face awash in sudden fear, it was obvious her heart had sped up.

“Blondie! You got an ID? Yesterday morning I caught a girl in here without ID. She thought she could eat for free.” Andy menaced over Isabella.

Just then, the wind kicked up from a refrigerator door slamming.

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