-Fallen Angels- part 1

Hungry For Flesh

I quickly raced to line, as we went out to the playground. I sat on the swings again, alone. I muttered something in an unknown language I've been taught by god. U.N. Owen Was not Her? I thought. I gazed up at the sky, and grabbed a small sticky note pad I had kept in my jean pockets this whole time. I then grabbed the small pencil I had there as well. I started writing poems. The last one, Hours are long. Months are longer. Years are longest. Loneliness forever.
The bell rang, and I quickly put the sticky note pad away, as well as the pencil. I raced to the cafeteria, and grabbed the plate of a turkey sandwich and some corn. I grabbed chocolate milk, then a green apple. I sat down at an empty table. No one sat next to me at all. I stabbed my straw in the small milk carton, and sipped it. I began eating my lunch.
I finished, and threw the milk carton, spoon, and napkin away. I placed the plate in a tall stack, and sat back down. I continued to write poems while I waited.
The bell rang, and I put my notepad and pencil away again. I walked to class, and sat down. It was singing time.