This is a fictionalized story of compartmentalized true life events that I experienced in elementary school & the daycare that I went to.
Before Prozac in 5th grade, people used to get on my case for not eating all my food. Then, when the psychiatrist put me on Prozac, everyone started calling me, "fat & greedy".
After writing this, this reminds me of the "Eat Your Peas, Louise" book. 1 of my favorite childhood books. I love peas!
https://www.amazon.com/Your-Louise-Rookie-Ready-Learn/dp/0531267091
Growing up in New Orleans, either the Learning Tree daycare workers or the McDonogh #26 elementary school cafeteria "lunch ladies" would LITERALLY say, "Ea'Cha Lurnch!"
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At Veranda Heights Elementary School, there was a problem with food waste. Savina Melrose was always one to waste food. Her mother couldn't afford to send her with lunch, so she had to eat the free school lunch. The main thing she dreaded was that spoiled, warm, salty milk. She would rather drink water.
For lunch one day, there was that spoiled milk, beef burritos, succotash, fruit cocktail, bread roll & dessert. But dessert was withheld until after lunch was all eaten. They had a brookie. Cookie brownies.
The obese cafeteria monitor, Ms. Slade, would walk around really fast, telling everyone, "Ea'Cha Lurnch! Ea'Cha Lurnch!", whenever a child would ask for dessert.
Savina turned to her classmate, Hassan, asking to trade her succotash with his bread roll, since he doesn't like wheat bread, & Hassan would make fun of her. He would laugh at her & mock her with Ms. Slade telling her, "Ea'Cha Lurnch!" Savina would cry.
Well, Hassan also started to cry when Ms. Slade told him that he couldn't have dessert until after all of his food was eaten. Savina started to tease him right back. He was already punished from recess for sticking his tongue out at the art teacher earlier.
The school was tired of the food waste, so they started serving burgers & pizza every day for lunch. Everyone would get a cookie for dessert.
THE END