We want tater tots!

"We apologize for the inconvenience, but we are officially out of tater tots. I repeat, we are officially out of tater tots." The voice from the loudspeaker didn't sound so apologetic.

I inwardly sighed. I didn't want any unhealthy ass tater tots.

"No. More. Tater tots?!" A kid shrieked, and I slightly jumped, looking around the crowded cafeteria nervously. As if on silent command, chaos began. The shoving, the escalating dissent, even the "Oh my god"-ing girls. I frantically searched for the exit before things got too out of hand. I locked eyes with the narrow doorway that led into the hallway-my respite. I launched myself between squirming bodies. A chicken patty flew a mere inch from my nose and slapped a random kid right in the cheek.

I wasn't worried for the screams of fighting or the bellowing of fallen lunch ladies. An open container of chocolate pudding sailed over my head and spluttered on the ugly orange tiled wall.

I grasped the long door handle, casting a wary glance at the calamity. Kids flipped over tray stands, while others stabbed their classmates with plastic utensils, and yes, even the spoons. One even scrambled onto the counter where you pay for the scrawny meals and ripped off his shirt. He threw the scraps over his head before letting out a battle cry and diving into the fray.

Shaking my head, I twisted the doorknob and slipped out into the quiet hallway. I shut the door, and propped against the wall, hearing the muffled sounds of war through the thin barrier. I then decided to spend my lunch period in the school's library from that moment on.