Personal Narrative Essay

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As I walk in the cafeteria, wonder what I am going to eat. I pack my own lunch but I really do not feel like eating the peanut butter jelly. I have to make a decision fast because I have C3 lunch and the food goes by really fast. As soon as I get into the serving lines, I see that today's they have my favorite food, which is nachos. As I go through the lines, tall people are stepping over me and the loud ones do not notice me. I notice that my favorite lunch lady with the grey pixie cut and irish accent is not here today but as usual I get into the same line and wait for my turn to receive food. The replacement lunch lady gives me a few chips and a really tiny amount of cheese and a lot of the ground beef. I love nachos but now I am disappointed, the servings should be …show more content…

I know of my favorite lunch lady was here today, she would stack more chips and cheese onto my plate. As I move along, I am able to make it safely to the front of the lunch line and clutch my lunch tray so I will not drop it if I get bumped. I enter my ID number in and wait for the lady with blonde curly hair to return my change. I walk over to the table where I greet my friends. This is the first time I have seen them all day today and I want them to know that I missed them. After a brief conversation, I pull out my novel and fell into my own personal world. As I zone out I pass a new chapter, I feel so proud of myself but I suddenly look up to see my other friends socializing and looking at instagram pictures on their phones. My sudden happiness turns into envy, all I do is read and for some reasons all of my friends no one cares for reading too much. I am starting to feel like we should not be friends anymore because we have nothing in common. I try to get back into the book but there laughing and giggling hits me in the heart and suddenly I feel alone. One of my friends look up and ask if I would like to see the picture and I said sure. As soon as I reach over to grab her phone, the bell

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