And I am already releasing another story. Hip hip hooray for me!
Phil walked down the hall to the video productions lab. On the doorframe hung a mistletoe plant. Phil looked up at it, took it down, inspected it closely, then threw it in the trash, muttering, "I can't believe that they let a weed grow in the school.
"Keely?" he asked, coming up next to her. "Coming to lunch?"
Keely looked up. "I don't think so… I'll just stay here. You go ahead."
"Okay," Phil muttered, and went to the cafeteria.
Phil sat down, looking at his food with a grimace. "Do they really expect us to eat this stuff?" he asked nobody in particular.
"The sad thing is, I think they do," Via sighed, poking her bread roll with a fork. "This is the only thing that I actually know the identity of on this plate…" she added, holding up a cup of Jell-O.
Phil screamed, jumped back out of his seat, and demanded, "What is that?"
Via looked taken aback. "It's Jell-O, Phil. Calm down. Haven't you ever seen Jell-O before?"
"Yes… And I hoped I never would again. Give it to me. I'll save you."
Via handed him the Jell-O cup nervously, and Phil let the gelatinous substance plop onto a paper plate. "Fork," he said, extending a hand, much in the same fashion a surgeon would ask for a scalpel.
Via gave him the fork handle-first, and he hesitantly poked it. The small cube wriggled from the contact, and Phil deduced, "It's still alive. We must dispose of it!" He looked around, and saw a trashcan. He threw it, shouting, "Fire in the hole!" and the glob landed in the trash. Via laughed. "That was close," Phil muttered.
"Where's Keely?" Via asked interestedly, looking around.
"Oh, she said that she was going to stay in the video lab."
"I see… Well, at least she doesn't have to look at this," she said, pushing her plate across the table.
"You're not gonna eat that?" Owen asked. Via gave him a disgusted look, and shook her head. "Sweet," he said, picking up the bread and taking a bite. Via made a gagging sound, and Phil coughed, as he had been drinking some of his water when he started laughing. He coughed a bit more, and slammed his fist onto his spoon, the handle of which had been resting beneath his applesauce. The applesauce flew across the room, and landed squarely on Candida's face.
She wiped her face, and snapped to look at the only possible culprit- Pim. Pim looked back in horror, and darted out the cafeteria, Candida in hot pursuit.
"PIM-PLE!" Candida shouted, as she chased Pim down the hall. "YOU ARE SO DEAD!"
"You'll have to catch me first!" Pim shouted back over her shoulder.
"No running!" shouted a year seven. "That's how accidents happen!"
Pim hoped that she wouldn't be caught, because she was fairly sure that she would be tortured very slowly should Candida catch up to her. Considering Candida had longer legs, that gave Pim somewhat of a disadvantage.
She rounded a corner, shoved a chair out of her way, then stopped dead.
"No… it's not possible!"
In front of Pim, about twenty feet ahead, stood Candida, a smirk on her face.
"NO!" Pim shouted, and turned to run. But she ran smack into Keely.
"Careful, Pim," Keely said. "You're gonna get yourself hurt or something."
"That's kind of why I was running," Pim replied, pushing Keely past her.
Keely walked by, and was about to pass Candida when a sharp pain shot through her leg. She dropped to one knee, trying to get back up with the leg that wasn't experiencing any pain, but she couldn't. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her right leg.
Pim and Candida stared on in shock as Keely grabbed her right thigh and let out a sharp gasp.
"Candida," Keely breathed out. "Be a dear… call the doctor…"
Candida took out her cell phone, and Mr. Hackett, who was perusing the hall, squawked, "No cell phones!"
"But… but she's in pain!" Almost as if on cue, Keely let out a scream of pain, and Mr. Hackett thought that maybe this was a special circumstance. He nodded, and Candida continued to dial. The one time I try to be nice, and he nearly stops me from doing it, Candida thought.
Ooh... new story... so that means you'll give me lotsa reviews, right? I thought so...