Liquids Till Lunch Novels & Stories

Anna also went to an empty spot to do her training. At around 1:00pm a lunch break of 2 hours was given. As soon as the bell rang indicating the beginning of lunch break Anna came running and stood by my side. She again pulled me this time towards the canteen. Today's menu is rice, curry, salad, milk and two boiled eggs.

She'd made that same cup so many mornings her body could do it half asleep, in the dark, without turning on a light. She packed Zane's lunch into his dinosaur lunch box the triangle sandwich, a small container of grapes cut in half so he wouldn't choke, a juice box he wasn't supposed to have on school days but got anyway, because some mornings you pick your battles, and juice boxes aren't one of them.

She was eating and taking it down with a freshly prepared fruit juice. She likes fresh juice, especially the one just blended rather than the canned ones. Junxie Li observed it and instructed the cook to prepare it every time. Whether Theresa takes it or not, they were to prepare it every morning and evening as they knew she would be home to have her meal. Except during lunch time that it's not prepared because most of the time, they have their lunch out. It became a routine for the cook. She ate and soon her belly was full. Her day has been stressful and she had shed a few tears that day.

And I don’t want to give anyone that kind of power over me. *** The next morning is a Friday so we have a half-day. While that means not getting our brains fried with science and math subjects, it also means that Rachel’s class is first thing in the morning. When we reach the training grounds, we see plastic cups with some colored liquid in them. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles. It’s not a pleasant smile but one that sends a shiver down my spine. Her voice is cheerful as she greets the class, “Since it’s Friday, I thought I’d bring out some of my homemade mango apple juice. It’s good for energy. So come on up and grab a glass.”

Brooke said in a cheerful voice as she set the bowls down on the table. Ellie was busy writing calculations with a dry erase pen on the table. "Given people's opinions of breakfast, selecting just one choice is valid. Most people will eat the same breakfast for years and never change it. Whereas lunch and din," "Yes, yes. We got it, Els. It's too early for your food statistics," Brooke said. Tom sat and ate his oatmeal. "Technically, it's not early compared to our usual waking time, if we run on world time, and not local time. Besides, it's almost noon. Good thing the next safe house is only half a day away," Ellie said.

But they wouldn't be able to arrange all this under 2 minutes. "Clara? Alpha? Guys?" I called out for them but the same sound came. The slurping one. Is someone drinking juice? "Could be coffee too," Zeno suggested. "Or tea." "Or a smoothie." continuing the list. "Okay, I get it. Anything liquid. Fine?" "Whatever." He blocked me again, leaving me alone to the sound that was not delightful to keep hearing. Maybe it's just a TV? Or Radio? Wait, no. Radios don't work in this generation. The old ones I meant, don't come at me.

Mirrors - Justin Timberlake 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 The life that I should be grateful for now got free food. After school, Sheila delivers various variants of free drinks: hand-made green tea, plus chocolate, and there is also aloe vera juice. She said it's good for the baby's skin later. I accepted all of that happily. The essential pleasures are indeed provided for free every day like this.

The light was fading, casting shadows in my room. I stood alone, the air cold against my skin as I stripped away my clothes, peeling the fabric back until I was nothing but flesh. The green liquid sat on the table, looking more like poison than a miracle. Beside it, the timer ticked—a rhythmic, metallic reminder of my mortality. Apply to the face so I don’t attract bad spirits. Drink the rest. Count to ten. I picked up the timer, my fingers slick with sweat as I dialed it for four minutes. I couldn't afford the full five. I needed a edge for error.

"Daddy, I'm hungry... Mia took my lunch..." My head buzzed. I prepared Theo's portions carefully every day. They were exactly what he needed. If he had not eaten lunch, that meant he had gone hungry for an entire day. More importantly, with his condition, skipping meals could trigger low blood sugar and stomach cramps. Holding back my anger, I turned to look for Ms. Walker. She was chatting and laughing with a few parents. When she saw me coming, her face immediately hardened. "Ethan, good. I was just about to talk to you.

I was starving, so I just picked up my plate and started eating. Unexpectedly, Jenny snatched the plate from my hand, her voice sharp and piercing. "Why are you acting as if you've never eaten in ages? We haven't even split the cost of the dinner yet! Why are you eating? 326 dollars. Pay me now!" I thought I misheard her. "Did you say 326 dollars? I'm paying half by myself?" Jenny spoke as though she were utterly justified. "Yes! You're an outsider. You can't just come to our house and eat and drink for free, can you?"