Eat, Drink, and Be Merry

Lunch is the most depressing half hour of the day.
I can tolerate teachers and homework and exams. I can giggle at the antics of my classmates that never fail to get them Parkered. I can embrace inspiration gained of intelligent class discussions.
I can subsist.
Yes, endure, and possibly even let my heart regain lightness.
Until lunch time.
I loathe it. I cannot escape it.
The all-determining clock shouts 12:25...and I cannot face it with bravado.
The hour in which one gathers with those they hold dear and talk and laugh and eat. I find that whether with a group or otherwise...
I am alone.
I cannot find my place, and the sticky atmosphere grasps my words and throws them to the hard tile, where they never fully reach the ears of my acquaintances.
I belong only in solitary.
Perhaps I am no more than a pompous snob, intent on bestowing no favorable glances on those not worth of my favor.
Like a spiteful queen, damning anyone deemed unworthy of my pursuit into my self proclaimed inferno of antipathy.
Yes...I am a nasty devil of a queen.