During lunch period, my lunch lady aunt slipped me a note. Don't eat any of the food. Something's going on.
I looked up at her, but she was already serving the next kid. Not making eye contact. What's this?
I whispered. She ignored me. Kept serving.
I sat down with my usual group. Everyone was eating. The pizza looked normal.
Smelled normal. Owen took a huge bite. Finally, decent pizza.
I pushed mine around my plate, pretended to eat. Not hungry, Taylor asked. Big breakfast.
20 minutes into lunch. Liam grabbed his stomach. Oh He ran to the bathroom fast.
Dude probably ate too fast. Owen laughed. Then Chloe doubled over.
Oh god, she ran too. Didn't make it. Vomit hit the cafeteria floor.
Within 5 minutes, 10 kids had fled to bathrooms. Then 20. Then the sounds started.
Explosions from the bathrooms. Crying, begging. Owen's face went white mid-sentence.
He stood up and immediately himself. Right there. It ran down his legs.
"Help me," he whispered. Taylor projectile vomited across the table. It hit three people.
The cafeteria erupted. Kids running, falling, bodily fluids everywhere. Jenna collapsed by the door, lost control of everything, lying in her own waist, crying, "Call 911!
" Someone screamed, but the screamer then doubled over and added to the nightmare on the floor. I ran to the bathroom. Every stall was occupied.
Kids were using sinks, urinals, trash cans, the floor. The smell was unbearable. Vomit, sweat.
Raone was on his knees in the hallway. It won't stop coming out. Brown liquid pulled around him.
Teachers were trying to help, but getting sick from the smell. Miss Harrington vomited just from walking into the bathroom. Everyone stop eating, Principal Avery announced over the intercom.
But 300 kids had already eaten. The hallway was a war zone. Kids crawling through their own waist.
Some passed out in it. I saw Eric literally tear his pants off in desperation. No shame left, just animal panic.
The cheerleaders were huddled together crying, their white uniforms destroyed. Mattie was convulsing on the floor. "My intestines are coming out," she screamed.
Blood in her waist now. "Others, too. " Ambulances arrived.
EMTs walked in and immediately walked back out. "We need hazmat," one yelled. The gym became a makeshift hospital.
Kids on stretchers, IVs everywhere. The smell made nurses gag. "It's not stopping," Khloe cried.
Completely empty, but still cramping. Some kids were hallucinating from dehydration. Drw thought he was dying.
Kept saying goodbye to his mom who wasn't there. "Mass poisoning event," the EMT announced. "This isn't food poisoning.
" I found my aunt cleaning in the kitchen. Calm. Tia, people are dying.
No one's dying. But then I saw Rosa, the other lunch lady. She was at the back door with her purse trying to leave.
Where are you going? I asked. Home.
My last day. During this? She smiled.
They got what they deserved. My blood went cold. What did you do?
10 years of lunch lady slop of Rosa's mystery meat of throwing food at me. You poisoned them. Extra ingredient.
Industrial strength laxative. The kind they use for colonoscopy prep. Times 10.
Times 10. Your aunt didn't know. She served clean food to you.
I looked at the cafeteria. Kids were being carried out covered in their own The floor was slick with bodily fluids. This could kill them.
They'll for days. Maybe have a little respect for the people who feed you. point.
