Gone was the multiplication tables and sentence structure, she was strictly learning how to spell now. This was so embarrassing, she wrote each word on the enlarged lines with ease, if this kept up she might actually die from boredom. Her first two classes felt like they lasted an eternity. Finally time for lunch and then recess, she could go for some food. She looked around the cafeteria, even now that she was a fifth grader, the top dog of her elementary school, she was much shorter than her peers. As she finally got her food, cheese sticks with sauce and a package of carrots, she thought to herself as her tongue poked out "Well at least I can say I don't want to eat my vegetables anymore."
Jennifer sat alone, a few seats away from the other kids, she didn't know if she even had any friends, and even if she did, talking just left her ever more at risk. Her train of thought suddenly broken as a splash of red sauce shot across her, landing right in her lap. She looked up in shock, tracing the path right to some kid with a spoon. Jennifer blinked. Some kid shouted "Food fight!". Jennifer blinked. Food now covered the air all around her. She suddenly found herself in a pickle, she could escape while she could, or maybe, maybe a little childhood fun was just was she needed to get rid of the stress?