You were holding your tray carefully , trying to protect your freshly made sandwich from the crowd of students roaming around in the canteen. Feeling slightly agitated, you began to regret your decision to eat at school during lunchtime.
"Maybe I could use a fork, that would do it."
You made your treacherous journey across the crowded corridor to the station where all the condiments and tableware were put. As you were pulling out a single clean fork from the pile of filthy cutleries, a white bottle stuck out next to them, labelled "salad dressing".
"Alright," you said to yourself, perhaps even murmuring out loud, "these are going to make my sandwich even more delicious."
Somehow, you clever, clever brain decided to grab a spoon, and squeeze the creamy liquid onto it instead of directly between the layers of the bread. Fantastic, you are such a genius.
"I should have squeezed it directly on my sandwich, just like the girl next to me," you immediately regretted your decision, but it's too late to turn back, so you just went through with it using the spoon. Slowly returning to your seat, you started buttering up your sandwich. As always, you used the most convoluted methods to solve problems.
"Shut up, I know what I'm doing."
Look, the sauce is sticking to your spoon. Are you still sure this is a good idea?
"I'll just...just get them off using my fork."
Oh yeah? And how's that going for you, huh? Not quite effective, is it?
"Just let me enjoy my food quietly."
I'll shut up if you don't make more stupid ass mistakes. But I doubt if you could. See? You're missing a knife. How are you planning on enjoying your sandwich without one? Are you gonna use your disgusting bare hands?
Looking agitated, you quietly made your way to correct your mistake, wasting more time again, just like usual.
You pursed your lips to bit back a curse , trying uselessly to not let people notice how weird you were. Finally, you were back in your seat, starting on that long awaited sandwich.
...Wait, why are you holding your knife weird?
"This is harder than it looks, okay? The contents keeps spewing out whenever I put force directly on top of it."
Just cut it properly, this is just a damn sandwich. How hard can it be?
"It's pretty hard, the eggs are falling out with the tomatoes. Maybe if I slice it into bigger chunks..."
Look, are you really this dumb? How are you gonna shove the whole chunk into your mouth if you cut it that big? See? The juices are sticking onto your mouth, you idiot. Why are you having this much trouble with a damn sandwich?
You kept to it, slicing your sandwich into big chunks to facilitate your eating process, of course, to no avail. You must look like an idiot to the guy sitting across the table. Oh look, he's glancing this way, probably amused by how stupid you look.
Suddenly, you stopped.
"... actually, the truth is, I don't really want to eat. I never liked eating in public. Everything is...too much when I eat. I never know what to do exactly and I can't ever do it right."
It's not like you have a choice, quit whining. As long as you're still breathing, you have to eat to stay alive. It's not like you can just stop doing it if you want to. Now, can you stop that bread from falling off your fork? Just stab you fork further into the bread. You know what? You really should have just used your hands instead, if you were this clumsy with food. What's the point of using tools when you don't even know how to use them, right? It's far better than-
A loud, distinctive clang of metals clashing rung out in the silent restaurant. The sound echoed through the empty seats, across the corridors, under the dimly-lit lights, and finally, back to where it came from. Silver cutleries, reflecting the pale light of the light bulb, clattered onto the plate lifelessly, like birds dropping dead to the ground. The empty blue plastic armchair was only a few inches away from the table, almost seemed untouched through the night, if it wasn't for the plate of unfinished sandwich, which might never be finished.
It almost seemed like no one sat there tonight. Almost seemed like no one really ordered a sandwich and desperately berated themselves for simply eating it. Just almost.
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