'Yum' 'n' 'Yuck' Food Hall by Will M, Jack and Livana

Yum

Warm sugary doughnuts stick on my fingers.

Salty buttery popcorn crunching on my tongue.

The grumpy chefs shouting orders buzzing in my ears.

The smell of battery kebabs with all the fresh ingredients inside.

Through a rush of people I see a free table.

Yuck

The floppy flounder flail around in my hands.

The hot sizzling hotdog over filled with artificial
mustard.

The horrible sound of cutlery scraping against plates.

As I walked past crowds I smelt filthy McDonalds burgers.

Exhausted janitors wiping the dirty tables that people left a mess.