12:00 pm, the bell rings, and students flood out of classrooms. The race has begun. Swiftly weaving through the crowded halls, these sprinters have one goal in mind: to get their food.
The lunch line runners found that if they’re first in line, they can get their meal without the long wait.
“Hold on, I’m trying to get this pesto pasta!” an anonymous runner shouted as they ran to the line after an attempted interview.
Multiple students in the lunch line have been run into, shoved, and, in some cases, seriously hurt. “We’re packed in that line like sardines. When some kid comes barreling into the line, it knocks everyone over,” a regular in the lunch line said.
A total of fourteen reported lunch line-related injuries have occurred in the 2026 spring semester alone.
The administration has been struggling to figure out a solution to get rid of this hazard, to no avail.
When the track coach heard about this, they decided to see this race firsthand. After witnessing the agility of these racers, the coach realized these runners were an untapped market. To determine the potential of these students, hurdles were installed leading up to the FAB. Over the next few days, scouts from the track team watched as these runners soared over the hurdles, filled with determination to get their food.
Three of the fastest runners were recruited to the track team. At the first practice, the new runners were confused. “Why are they running?” one lunch runner questioned. “There’s nothing waiting for them at the finish line.”
Once the runners were provided an incentive, a box of orange chicken placed at the finish line, they quickly flew down and around the track and immediately shoveled the chicken into their mouths with their bare hands.
This method proved effective, with the lunch runners quickly achieving the fastest times on the team.
After tireless training, the lunch runners were ready to compete in their first track meet.
They line up on the starting line, dialed in to the quesadillas waiting for them at the finish line. The gun is fired, and they’re off.
The former lunch line sprinters have come so far, from running to lunch to running to represent the school. But the glory doesn’t last long; when the first-place lunch runner suddenly turns around and sprints the opposite way, the two others quickly follow behind. The crowd is stunned, their team confused. Behind the runners, at the starting line, is the opposing team, holding out three cookies from the cafeteria’s Friday lunch.
