Chevi: So this story is called Juvie.

Alison: Yep and it starts with Bakura's point of view. It might change in other chapters. I don't know, we'll see.

Chevi: Bakura is such a troublemaker. He's hot too.

Bakura: I'm right here you know.

Chevi: Yeah but I don't care.

Alison: Oookay, well, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or it's characters.

Chevi: Unfortunately.

"What they call misbehavior, I call fun."

I dig my spoon into the slop the nuns call 'Food.' But how can something be food if it's not edible? The food in this hellhole is like a mixture of wet dog food and random scraps of the food that the nuns haven't eaten. It reminds me of prison food.

I look at Melvin, who is sitting next to me. He has the same disgusted look on his face that I was probably wearing not three seconds ago. He looks at me and lets go of his fork, which is stuck in what is supposed to be mashed potatoes. He says, "What kind of food is this? Look, Bakura, my fork is STUCK! IT WILL NOT MOVE."

Across from him, Marik says in a low voice, "Shh! Melvin, be quiet! You don't want to get in trouble again."

Melvin frowns, but says more quietly, "How can they expect us to eat this stuff?" Marik simply shrugs, "I have no idea, but its not like we have anything else to eat..."

I smirk, getting an idea as one of the nuns pass by. I say, "Why don't we see if they like the food?" Melvin grins darkly, and Marik looks perturbed. I manage to wiggle out the fork in Melvin's mashed potatoes and set it on his tray. I slide my spoon under the mashed potatoes and scoop them onto my plate, but don't move the spoon out from underneath them. I raise my hand and one of the nuns walk over to me.

"Do you like mashed potatoes, Sister Cathy?" I ask her, and she smiles and says, "Yes, they are very good for you, so you should eat yours."

'Heh,' I think to myself, 'she must be new if she's being so nice to me.' I simply grin and say, "No, that's okay, Sister, you can have my mashed potatoes."

I get my spoon of gunk and hold it so that it's facing her and bend the spoon backwards. When I let go the spoon flies back to its normal straightness and flings the mashed potatoes right into her face. She gasps, and the cafeteria goes silent. I sit there grinning, and Marik pale, when Melvin seems to get the usual idea. Melvin stands and shouts, "FOOD FIGHT!" Marik says, banging his head against the table, "No, not again..."

As you can guess, pandemonium broke out everywhere. Food was flying back and forth, getting stuck on kids clothes, messing up people's hair, kids were even running into the kitchen of the cafeteria, and coming out with globs of food in their hands and using trays as shields.

Marik gets off the table, knowing from experience what I'm going to do. Melvin grabs the three trays, stacking them on each other and not caring that he's squishing the food on them. He moves away from the table as I push the table into the corner of the cafeteria, and then slide over the top so I'm on Marik's side, in the corner, and Marik helps me flip the huge table over.

Our tables are huge. They're two eight-seated tables that are stuck together, and bend in the middle. So we bend our table so that it makes a huge squared-in space in the corner. Melvin is setting the trays in front of us on the ground and we each take giant handfuls of food and start throwing it at every nun we see.

Marik loves food fights, it's just that he hates getting in trouble. I look at him. His anxiousness has faded away and he's laughing as he throws some type of food at a nun.

I grin wildly and chuck some food at a tall brown haired boy who walks in. He growls and wipes the food off his face. He quickly runs over to us and we make room as he squeezes under the table and into the small area.

He asks, "You guys started ANOTHER food fight?" Melvin nods, grinning as Kaiba continues with a sigh, "That's the fifth one this month."

I just laugh and say, "Yeah, and you're late for lunch." Kaiba rolls his eyes, "What does that have to do with anything?"

I grin, "Well you must be hungry, right?" I ask as I grab some green peas from Marik's tray and shove them in Kaiba's face.

Again, he growls, and he grabs some chocolate milk and pours it on my head. "My hair!" I can't help but screech, and Marik and Melvin are just laughing their heads off. I glare at them and they both shut up, looking at the ceiling innocently.

We realize some things at that moment. One, that everything has gone silent. Two, no one is throwing food anymore, and three, Sister Madeline is standing over our table looking down at us.

Sister Madeline is the nun in charge here at the orphanage. She is very strict, she has short gray hair hidden in that weird hat of hers, and she looks like she's been at the orphanage for about a million years. But most of all... She hates bad kids.

She knows that me and Melvin started it, because we're the ones who always start it. Time to see the results of our fun.

Chevi: O.O

Bakura: Wow.

Melvin: AWESOME!

Chevi: Go away.

Melvin: *Rejectedly Goes away*

Alison: You are all so weird. ...And mean... (Chevi!)

Chevi: Hey!-

Alison: *Interrupting* -So What did you all think?

Bakura: What's going to happen to me…?

Alison: You'll see.

Bakura: *Growls*

Chevi: Three reviews = Another chapter.