The Lunch of Disgust
It was an ordinary, normal, school lunch. Everyone was waiting in line to get their food served to themselves. I was waiting for my turn, since my stomach was growling at me since the end of recess! I saw the lunch hall becoming more and more empty overtime, and it felt weird. Nobody was coming back from the chef to their tabes. Suddenly, I had this ominus feeling taking over my body. Something was making me feel less and less hungry overtime. This had never happened to me before. 
Eventually, that feeling left my body, and it was replaced with the feeling of relief. But all the conflict in me wasn't gone. My stomach was saying that it was filled with food already, while my brain was saying that it's not. I tried to ignore it, but eventually, my stomach took advantage of my unawareness, and while I was staring at a blank wall, I slowly drifted to the back of the line. If I was to make my own decision, I would just stay in the line. I am starving, (Well, my stomach is not but I am). 
I was finally getting close to the counter. So close that I can smell the food. It didn't smell that good honestly. The food also didn't look the same from where I am standing. It looked, brown. It usually looks green and colorful. Before I knew it, It was my turn. I was nervous. He asked me what I wanted. He said some weird words that sounded like gibberish. Just before he finished, I saw some students coming back from the toilets, covered in vomit. That made me switch to my stomach's side. I felt full already. 
I think now, that the ominus feeling was trying to protect me from eating the food. It must have comunicated with my stomach in some way.