It was loud. Really loud. All I could smell was the disgusting food headed my way.
"School lunches are really gross," I shouted to my friend Chris.
"Not always.Some of them are pretty good," He shouted back. Even though we were right next to each other, I barely heard what he said. As the lady walked up to me, I shook my head as if to say "I don't want any."
20 minutes later, after most of the kids were done eating the rubber in a can that they call macaroni and cheese, we were called out for recess. Finally, I thought. All I need to do now is kick a homerun in kickball, and Dominic would pay me my 20 bucks. The thing is, our schools didn't allow kickball balls because kids were "accidentally" breaking windows when they kicked the ball, so we usually played with either a tennis ball or a football.
It was finally my turn to kick, and the three people before me hit singles. Dominic was pitching, and could see the sweat on is brow from nervousness. If I got this homerun, I would be a hero because with the bases loaded, we would win by 1 seeing as we were down by 3. Also, I would have $20 from my best friend/worst nemesis, Dominic. I turned around and brought my hands up as if to have the spectators start cheering. So when they started, I turned around and that's when I realized that they weren't cheering, they were shouting "watch out!" I tried to duck under the football headed straight for my face.
Then there was nothing -- only a silence that filled my ears like honey. It dripped down, insulating me from the world outside my closed eyes. For several moments, I succumbed to this silence, welcomed it, and hoped that perhaps it would last an eternity.
It didn't. From a distance, I could hear voices calling. My name floated on the wave of voices as they crested and grew louder, disturbing my silence like the squeezing of a balloon.
When it popped, I finally opened my eyes and faced the world again.
