My Mom was a fork and my Dad was a spoon. Making me a Spork. I was the only one in the cafeteria. The forks made fun of me. The spoons back handed me. I had a red mark for DAYS! No one understood me. 😥 The knives were the only ones who understood and protected me. They were pretty cool older guys, until they betrayed me. They threw me into the ketchup bowl. Took me three days for the students to find me. I was taken to the table that day. It was middle school table with mix of ages. Then I saw her. Another Spork, but, different. She was bent. The humans didn't use us all day. When the lights went out that night we stood up. She weakly smiled at me. Being a teenager being out of the cafeteria was different and  made me curios.
The girl I met, her name, it was Salád. Foreign. She showed me the whole school that night. The rest of the year, since school just ended today, we hung out. I like her. Then one day in July, I told her. She was thrilled.
Now, I wasn't so lonely.