Lunchtime
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Lunchtime Being in 5th form isn't always a privilege, as we all had to wait impatiently outside the dining hall with grumbling stomachs. There was a tremendous noise from the dining hall. People were talking and laughing, some looked delighted, while some, looked disgusted like they had just witnessed a ghost. The sixth former on duty fussily chose ten people with a grin. Luckily I was one of them. Everyone barged through; brushing passed the big wooden doors to be greeted with a warm scent of food. As I walk round the oak tables, I stare at the apple green painted wall until a menu appears. Not making my decision, I sat on the smooth wooden bench pondering whether I should proceed to the hot queue or follow a gorgeous young man to the salad bar. But of course adding a little concern over my diet. Surprisingly, temptation won me over and I...


