Lunch At School-Personal Narrative

I walked through the intimidating steel doors to my high school. I was a freshman, insecure and worried about finding someone to sit with at lunch. Sitting through my computer class, my stomach rumbled. Eventually I pulled out my bagged lunch and dug in. An upperclassman next me commented, “Hey man! Looks like you are eating good today!” I nervously laughed. I wasn’t sure if he was going to take my lunch or was just making conversation. This was the beginning of a friendship that I never expected. Although different in many ways, it was our human spirit that connected us.

Days later, I noticed that LaMonte didn’t eat lunch at school. When I questioned him why, he brushed it off with “I don’t need to eat. Others are more important.” Surprised by his response, I didn’t know what to say. His words were heavy on my mind. …show more content…
LaMonte jokingly commented, “I didnt know your lunch could get any bigger!” to which I responded, “Actually, I brought this for you. I wanted to give you a try of my mom’s chicken sandwiches. They’re amazing.” His eyes widened, trying to refuse the offer. Realizing that he felt awkward, I covered it with “My mom wants to see if you like them!” Satisfied with this explanation, he accepted the lunch, expressing his gratitude. LaMonte shared that it had been days since he had last eaten. I packed him a lunch every day without question, becoming part of our daily routine. As we grew closer, LaMonte gradually started to share with me about his uncared-for siblings, deceased father, disinterested mother, and abusive stepfather. I couldn’t comprehend all he disclosed, but I knew something had to be done. From that day forward, I packed him as much food as I could. I became keenly aware that the world around me was not so