Descriptive Assignment: Be a S
It is not surprising that I found myself at Sandwich Factory, enjoying what little time I had before my next class. My gimped roommate and I had just sat down for a quick bite, before he had to bolt to his nutrition lab, which was starting in five minutes. Sitting alone at the oversized pseudo wood grain table staring at my half eaten sandwich I glanced up. My eyes quickly focused across the room and set on a pale lanky kid sitting alone one table over. His food was stacked around him like Manhattan skyscrapers, as though he was getting ready for his last stand. It appeared as though he had ordered at least half the menu, a set of greasy, fat ridden hot dogs sitting next to an enormous Belgium waffle. Continuing to stare at this strange individual, I see the sticky syrup covering his mouth and into the Grand Canyon size cracks of his chapped lips. He sat very still, only moving his right arm to shovel in more food; his face sat looking down only a foot away from his feast. He was wearing some kind of sea green science club shirt which I could not make out, as well
He had vanished; frantically I searched for him combing each isle. Just as I got close enough to see what he was reading, a cloud of his vile scent engulfed me, a repugnant smell of filth and mildew. A smile crept up on my face, and I thought to myself well this should make a good English essay. Marching like a soldier, his feet never missing a beat, he stormed up the stairs and headed for the campus bookstore. I reached down in my backpack and pulled out a book, pretending to read it as I killed time while he stuffed his face with food. I was staring into my seven-grain roll, counting each oat I could see, hoping time would move quicker. He lugged his large and cumbersome backpack over his scrawny shoulders, arching his back like rainbow, and grasping the shoulder straps with his boney long hands. He brushed by and I lifted my head in his direction and again I found myself staring into those same green eyes, although this time they were lit up like lanterns. He entered the front of the store while I waited and pulled out a stick gum to cure the sandpaper taste on my tongue; before entering the store. Catching me off guard, he suddenly lifted his head up revealing my location. His green eyes lit up like fireflies as we both made eye contact with one another. Once outside I kept my distance, making sure I did not have a repeat of what happened earlier. But without notice he turns and heads my direction around the corner, hastily I turned facing the bookshelf in front of South American travel books. I was directly behind him only a case of books stood between him and me.
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