Claire frowned at the excess amount of food that had been piled high on her clean white cafeteria tray.
Look at it all! Two burgers, extra helpings of mashed potatoes (with extra gravy!) and a double portion of fries. Didn't these stupid new sponsors for her school realize that this much starch was unhealthy? Her meal was like, 75% potato. And since it was almost twice as big as any of the other lunches she'd had since these new wackos took over, that was like... 150% potato. Wait.
In her senior year of high school, Claire White was ready and willing to get this over with. She'd been dealing with the same people in and out since elementary school (the curse of small town living, she supposed). And even though she wanted change, everything seemed to be changing in all the wrong ways! Her mom was harping on her about being "too skinny" all of the sudden, they'd gotten a new principal and all of these weird new rules about how they were supposed to "conduct themselves properly." It was all a load of bull, if you asked her.
Not that anyone would ever dare ask Claire what she wanted...
So the only thing she could do was scowl at her two burgers, her double helping of potatoes, and her little hillock of fries.
Weird. Why wouldn't they just give everyone the same amount?
"Jeez Claire, you hungry today?" a sudden voice ripped Claire from her introspection as a chair pulled from underneath the table and joined her for lunch, "You've got like twice as much as me."
Claire and Lexie Treckman had been friends since tenth grade, something born of necessity rather than common interests. Lexie was alone in English, Claire was alone in English… so they cobbled together a sort of immediate friendship together to fill in that awkward hour first thing in the morning.
It had stuck well into their respective Junior years, though not very well, and stuck with them into their final year of high school. They were friends, yes, in the sense that neither one said anything too terribly mean behind the other one’s back. But ultimately they were hardly acquaintances—they weren’t close enough to keep up the façade when they didn’t have a class in common (or lunch in this case; they were the only members of their social circle with this lunch period), and you could count the amount of times they’d hung out together outside of school on one hand.
Where Claire was short and had soft features with a certainly enviable set of curves, Lexie was taller, lankier, and cut an overall sharper figure. This was probably one of the reasons Lexie chose to pick on poor Claire every now and then, but that was a story for another time.
"Yeah, I have no idea why they gave me so much." Claire grumbled, "I'm never going to finish it all."
"Yeah? You mind if I have some?" the taller girl said, already reaching over to take some of Claire's fries, "I skipped breakfast today and I'm starved."
"Be my guest. I need to cut back." Claire thought sourly of her soft tum and "womanly" hips. No matter what her mother said, Claire felt that she was anything but too skinny.
"I mean, you said it, not me." Lexie snorted as she pulled Claire's tray closer, "Ooh, these are good..."
Well, that was one problem solved. It was probably just a fluke, Claire figured. There was no way that she would intentionally be getting any more or less food than anyone else in school, right? What kind of weird conspiracy theorist would come up with that?
And besides, she really could stand to cut back a little...
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