Sitting in the cafeteria: it’s Friday lunch day and the milk box says Spout Bec. I’m not sure which is which but drink the milk and feel this weird stomach sucking in, feel my insides lined with thick milk. I don’t know what hunger is. I see backs of chairs and other kids eating their sandwiches and talking. I wonder if I’m hungry. It’s like this carsickness and I eat more to see if I’m less hungry. The bell rings and I turn spout bec towards me, take one last gulp. The milk sits in the centre of my stomach like chalk.