“Don’t expect the food to be good or anything,” Madelynn said, snorting.
“Who said I did?” I replied, chuckling.
“Everyone on their first day wonders how bad the food could possibly be; well, the answer is worse than you might think. You’ll see,” she replied, shaking her head.
It can’t be that bad, right?
Lunch was pasta with meatballs that looked like they had been in the freezer since the Jurassic era. I hoped that it was the herbs that made it green and not the spoiled nature of them. Whatever the case, I couldn’t just not eat.
As soon as I took a bite out of it, I felt every negative emotion out there seize me at once; it was as if I had opened Pandora’s box itself, minus the hope part. I genuinely hadn’t eaten something so horrible in years. The nastiest thing I’ve ever eate
