For breakfast, we had scrambled eggs with hash browns. It was okay. I’ve tasted far worse meals at St. Clara, so this wasn’t that bad in comparison. You wanna know what I was craving at that moment? I was in the mood for some root beer floats and sloppy joes. I often get intense cravings that I can’t satisfy.
At first, I sat alone until a boy around my age sat down by me. What was funny about him was that he looked like such a stereotypical jock that he could have easily disguised himself as a hundred different people.
“Hey,” I mumbled.
“What’s up?” he asked, lazily stretching.
“Oh, you know… just enjoying my stay in hell. What about you?” I asked sarcastically.
“I’m just surprised that you can function again; the first two days you were here were… interesting. The sentences you s
