Unpleasant Meal

Chloe heads down the hallways, into the large mess hall, where all 85 students eat at the same time during classes. Chloe goes uptown the food window.

"Which class you come from " the lady says.

"Professor Bridgettes class mana." Responds Chloe.

The last then hands her a salad , chloe goes and has a seat. She takes the cup of dressing, takes her finger and gets some on it. She sniffs of it, cause it has a slight grayish tint to it. The smell is ranch and a hint of something else. She tastes the part that's on her finger. Its ranch, but has a secondary, kinda not resent, but musky one could say taste.

Chloe doesn't like eating salads plan, but, she is unsure about this dressing. Chloe then heatsca commotion. At another table, Harley, an sophomore, blond short hair and blue eyes, is picking on another freshman Gina.

"I told you this is our table, not to eat here " says Harley.

"Thier no assigned tables Harley, I can sit were I please , so I chose here today, feel free to join me, or sit else where bitch " replys Gina.

Chloe expects Harley to attack, but instead she throws her head back in a snobby manner, and walks away. As she dies she whispers something to the other two girls with her. Harley walks pass Chloes table, bumping it, causing the dressing to spill into her saled.

"Hey" says Chloe, but Harley ignores her, and goes to a further table.

"Shit....I guess I'll try eating it, but I really dont care for this dressing taste." Chloe thinks, mixing the dressing in, to try and delude the taste some.

Chloe yakesca bite, and it did dilute it, but the taste is still their .she takes a couple more, and "nope...I cant do this " she says, grabbing it, and goes up to the lady once more.

'Escuse me, could I get something else perhaps, I mean I didnt order , you just hand this to me, and I dont care for it" asks Chloe sweetly.

"I'm sorry, but Professor Bridgette said her class today gets salads with her home made ranch dip" replys the lady.

Chloe sits down near by, with the salad. Doing her best to **** it down little by little, for she wont get another chance to eat for awhile, and she skipped breakfast. The more she eats the more she gags, ant the taste seems to coat her mouth in a film of shorts. Finally she stops, with a quarter of the salad ate. Chloe drinks her water, trying to cleanse her mouth of the taste.