Another round of food prep Harper was on schedule for, as she thought of it being some sort of punishment for her food talk from earlier. She headed to the classroom where the higher ups where handing out who was doing what and giving keys to the food storage room. Taking her key Harper made her way over to the storage room and decided that she would take a box to the back of the room versus her normal in the front and in the way. Maybe this time she wouldn’t get a whole lot of extra random food added to her pile when she was looking. There was hope but as more people filed in to the do the same chore the likelihood of it happening again was pretty high.

Taking a seat she picked a box that looked as if it would be rather easy in the terms of repackaging, the idea of having the least amount repackaging the least amount of times her stomach was going to growl at her. Taking the lid off she groaned, it was mostly bags of chips, a few Debbie cakes, and a few cans of something that it was obvious it had sat in the back of the cupboard for quite some time. She pulled them out and easily set them to her right as the food that was mostly not perishable. Not that chips didn’t go bad at some point, but they didn’t really seem to go moldy or not edible for quite some time. Anything in cans made it debatable if they never went bad, it seemed that no matter how old things in cans got they seemed to take forever to get a worse taste than they all ready were. Green beans where the worse though, Harper thought pulling out the can and setting it aside, there was something rather disturbing over the fact that green beans were suppose to crunchy to some extent but can beans always tasted like mush, it was really disgusting. Because most of the box was all non-perishable goods it only took Harper about two minutes to sort out a pile of sixteen items.

Next up was to repackage them, as she started to open the various bags of chips. Some of them were not brands she was familiar with making her question what they could possibly taste like. There was also a few ketchup chips in the pile, she was rather fond of them and wondered if maybe one day she would be able to go back to a vending machine and actually eat them without any problems. The Debbie cakes were even less appealing as she opened them up, separating them into their own little bags. There was no reason anyone needed to eat two anymore since food was slowly being rationed. Soon they wouldn’t even have little Debbie cakes to eat, and that was rather a depressing thought to Harper. Of course some strange reason by the end of it Harper had twenty items repackaging and with the struggle of opening cans it took nineteen minutes.

She went back to the classroom and returned the key.