I look around to the eyes of multiple of my peers. Staring at me intensely, as if I had grown a head. I could feel my cheeks heating up, as I bathed in my shame.

Maybe I wish I had grown a head, perhaps it would be less embarrassing.

Here I was, sprawled on the cafeteria floor. Covered in what you would call a ‘sloppy joe’.

I felt as I couldn’t move, the sloppy joe stuck to my hair and neck. It seemed happy to cling onto me.