I waited in line for what seemed like hours on end, just to get the pizza. I started so far back in the line that I couldn’t even see the food; however, I was slowly moving forward. I started to be able to see the pizza. First, I saw the end of the pizza. The pointy, sharp, dangerous edge. It was cut so precisely that it looked angry. The pizza started yelling at me, I thought it would stab me with its knife like end. Then as I started to see more and more of the pizza, the more and more angry it got. The pepperonis grew to the sizes of saucers and developed functioning eyeballs: they stared at me like they were plotting my most violent, brutal death. The pizza stuck out its tongue and spat at me when I came too close to it, but the worst part was when the wench looking lunch lady tried to put it on my plate. Both her and the pizza were the most angry, aggressive, alarming beings I have ever encountered(4). The woman - no. I don’t know if I can even refer to her as that. The creature- lifted up her choice of pizza slice to give to me, and she picked the most evil one. The pepperoni was angry, very angry. It was burned and smelled like wet dirt that has been left on the bottoms of shoes for too long, which is probably why it was angry. But the way she put it on my plate, the way she wound up with a full forced arm swing and punched the pizza down onto my plate, I swear was going to start and earthquake. There was so much force behind the delivering of the pizza onto my plate that my plate when flying out of my hands, down and down and down. (4.a) shattered. I could feel the fear build up in me. I could feel my insides tense up and then they began to eat themselves apart. I could feel the eyes all lock on me and start seeing through me. I could hear the people start to whisper. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. It was not my fault, but I was to blame. I could not. I did not. What to do? I let out a noise. It started off as a quiet groan, but it escalated, quickly. It turned into a high pitched, all consuming shriek that made everyone in the cafeteria think their ears were bleeding. I threw myself to the ground, and sat by the pizza. The pepperoni eyes were no longer angry, they were dead and sad. I picked the pizza up and coddled it. I lay on the floor with the pizza, as tears fell down my face. The tears landed onto the pizza. Tears that would once anger the pizza, now drowned it and put it out of its misery. I cried until the pizza was gone. Completely dead. And when I could feel that it was gone. I was gone too. Blackout.
1) She does a very good job describing his schizophrenia. She describes the pizza and the lady to sound like the chief was actually hallucinating that they were evil. She also writes in the sentence patter of the chief with a lot of short choppy sentences.
ReplyDelete2) While this piece is very strong, she doesn't really reveal anything about KO. Infant, the piece never even mentions the name Kingswood Oxford and the reader would not be able to tell that it is KO just by reading this piece. There is very little, if any, truth to this description since the majority of it is about him being terrified of pizza and then crying on the floor after.
3) I don't disagree with her depiction of the chief, however, I disagree with the idea that the lunch ladies are evil.