Post by Clarice-Amalla Johnson on Apr 29, 2009 20:47:38 GMT -5
After scowling blackly at the menu for what felt like an hour, Ace gave up trying to pick something 'healthy' or 'nutritious' and instead opted for a bowl of chips. She wanted something with carbohydrates in that wasn't utterly foreign to her. What the hell was a 'corn dog' anyway? It sounded utterly disgusting.
She flopped inelegantly down into the nearest seat and glared at her chosen food. She didn't really want chips (or fries as they were called in America. Really? Fries? Really?) but she had them. In all their greasy and fattening glory. Her stomach turned slightly. Was she going to die of starvation before she graduated this hellish place?
They didn't even have vinegar. What sort of place was this?! Yet again, Ace cursed the sperm-donor for dragging her out there. What sort of 'father' would do that to his only daughter? His only child?! Stupid, incompetent piece of rubbish! Oh, the things she was planning on doing to him, just as soon as she got out of there and was old enough to get a gun licence...
She flopped inelegantly down into the nearest seat and glared at her chosen food. She didn't really want chips (or fries as they were called in America. Really? Fries? Really?) but she had them. In all their greasy and fattening glory. Her stomach turned slightly. Was she going to die of starvation before she graduated this hellish place?
They didn't even have vinegar. What sort of place was this?! Yet again, Ace cursed the sperm-donor for dragging her out there. What sort of 'father' would do that to his only daughter? His only child?! Stupid, incompetent piece of rubbish! Oh, the things she was planning on doing to him, just as soon as she got out of there and was old enough to get a gun licence...
