Failuretobeperfect

She stared down at her lunch, knowing full well of the ashy taste that would stick onto her tongue like glue. She tried to decide it's unfortunate fate. The choice was either: To let it burn in the acids of an empty stomach, or to let it rot with the other unsatisfactory items stacked up in the garbage can? She had to make her decision soon.... time was running out! The bell would let out it's deathly chime in TEN MINUTES! Cursing her to return again to a dull classroom Her decision was made, she was going with the less cruel method of torture As she made her way to the 'garbage can'. She fell, spilling the brown, liquid disguising it’s