You know if this is for you.

It was a regular day in elementary school. In fact I don't really remember most of it.

We were called to the gym for some sort of assembly. Of course me and my best friend at the time, sat together. We talked for a while until we noticed something...

It was the fire truck head girl. Her hair was dyed red. She sat hunched over like a hobbit who was missing some chromozones.

G looked at her, she knew the fire truck girl more than me, at the time.

G slowly stuck out her arm and patted the fire truck girl on the shoulder.

"Eneep?"

She turned her head quickly, with a river of drool running down her chin.

"Huh"

"What are you doing?" G asked her.

She started at us with the eyes of a hungry tiger, and opened her mouth slowly..

"Eating breakfast"

She declared.

Listen you little anchovie nugget, its like what, 2 in the afternoon. You're eating breakfast. Bitch where ?

I leaned a bit forward to see what she was doing, now that she had turned back around.

She was chewing....on her knees...

May Christ compell your poor lost soul. This poor child has been forced into a life of cannibalism..

Is what I thought.