I Let My Toxic Classmates Eat Their Way to Ruin
Language: en
The moment the first session of the SATs ended, everyone in our class headed to a nearby diner for lunch. Amber, the most popular girl in our grade, walked in holding a greasy brown paper bag she bought from some cheap roadside food truck. "Hey guys! I got these smoked turkey legs for everyone!" she announced with a sweet, angelic smile. Having grown up in a family that ran a famous three-generation Texas-style BBQ Smokehouse, my eyes instantly locked onto the meat. One look, and I knew. These weren't turkey legs. They were expired, heavily chemically-treated pork and duck meat,…