At Denton High School, the only reason you would ever eat lunch in the cafeteria was if
you got lunch for free. This was because it was somewhat easy to skirt around whichever
Kronk-like coach was standing guard at the double doors, but it was 99.99% impossible to
escape the opposite direction with a tray of soggy fries and pizza (unless your name was Macy
or Mandy, the principals’ daughters). Football players left and went who-knows-where-fast-
food. IB students ate in the foreign language department, and any girl (or overly chauvinistic
guy) that was musical ate on the sidewalk between the band hall and the orchestra room.
And of course, the moment you became a senior you were absolutely banned from the
cafeteria. Everyone just knew. The teachers, even, gave you funny looks if you had to make
the descent of the sloping hallway to the lunchroom if, heaven forbid, you forgot to bring your
lunch that day and didn’t know anyone with a car.