It was a late, cool evening in the month of June, and I had just got out of my vigorous, tiring wrestling practice. I packed up my things and started walking to the vending machines. I was so happy to finally replenish my body with the fluids that was missing after sweating 3 pounds off my muscular body. I slowly take 4 quarters out of my pocket and happily release them into the machine. I had been waiting for this moment for 3 long hours. When I finally made impact with the deliciously sounding button, a voice was heard down the hall. It was my history teacher, Mr. Rose. He blurted out, "Trang, you know there's no more soda in the vending machines because of the soda ban right?" I dropped my bags and feel to my knees. Everything seemed blurry and I couldn't think right. The disgusting sentence repeated itself over and over again in my head. I started to cry. …
