Crimson picked at the rectangular band-aid on her knee as she sat in her seat. The nurse had said she had seen far worse injuries and to not worry about it, but the little girl was still a little freaked out.
"Crimson?"
She looked up from her knee and stared at her teacher, Ms. Malay. Her blonde hair that would usually fall down her back was in a messed up ponytail today, her regular pink dress she wore had changed to a jean jacket and jeans with holes. The red hair girl leaned back in her chair a little and she examined her teacher.
"What is the answer to this problem?" Ms. Malay said angrily, pointing to the problem on the chalkboard that Crimson couldn't quite figure out off hand.
"Uh…" Was the only thing that the little red hair girl could muster. She wasn't used to getting called on or Ms. Malay's new behavior.
Ms. Malay rolled her eyes and sighed, she could obviously tell that her student Crimson wasn't paying attention.
"Whatever, Pepito can you answer the question before I loose my mind here." Ms. Malay asked in monotone.
Pepito stood up from his small red chair as though he was about to give the most important speech of this lifetime. The Anti-Christ looked over at Crimson and smirked evilly, knowing he was going to get it right and leave her in embarrassment. Crimson's eyes caught the boy's smirk and glared back, blowing a raspberry for good measures.
"The answer is three Ms. Malay." Pepito said as he directed his full attention to the teacher, who was only half paying attention to him and half texting angrily to her ex-boyfriend Mark. They had recently broken up yesterday, which kind of explains her pissy mood today.
"Correct." She said as she wrote the answer on the chalkboard while texting her angry reply back to her ex.
"You suck you know that! Ever since you caught me sleeping with that guy you've been on my ass! I can't stand it! Leave me the hell alone!" Ms. Malay angrily text back to him, she just about had it with him today.
In the back of the classroom, Pepito and Crimson were having a epic stare down with each other. Both glaring daggers into the others eyes. If looks could kill, Crimson would of already been dead by now. After the five long minutes the school bell rang, and the entire class followed each other to gym class.
Crimson walked into the girl's locker room where she dressed into her gym clothes. Everybody's gym clothes were nothing but a grey shirt, shorts and your name written on in sharpie. The school has been going on a low budget this year so there was a good explanation why there were tiny rat holes gnawed through the back of the little girl's gym shirt. The little girl sighed when she was fully dressed and walked out of the locker room.
"Alright kids! Let's do some stretches! Yay!"
Pepito stared at his kindergarten gym teacher Mrs. Lily as she cheered on the other student to try to reach their toes. He remember hearing something about Mrs. Lily having to miss last year because of a sudden nervous breakdown she had the year before that. Judging by her attitude, he wasn't surprised.
Mrs. Lily clapped her hands together and printed a huge smile on her face, "Alright kids let's run around the gym for our warm up."
Crimson was mostly in the front of the clustered classmates running around the gym. She was always told that she was an excellent runner and could have a promising career when she grows up. Crimson herself never knew what career she would want when she grows up, there are so many options to choose. Everybody in her class have told of what they want to be when they grow up. All of them were mostly in the category of a firefighter, doctor, vet, teacher, nurse, etc.. Pepito has said that he was next in line for being Satan, which the little girl highly doubt that was true.
At the end of the warm up everybody was out of breath and gasping for air. Some kids were bending down toward the ground or have nearly collapse on the floor. Once the two have caught their breath, Pepito and Crimson walked to the nearest bubbler to get a drink of water. As Crimson watched Pepito drink from the bubbler, she couldn't help but get more butterflies in her stomach again. The ginger suggested to herself that is was probably the lack of breakfast she had in the morning.
Speaking of breakfast, Crimson looked up at the clock to find only two hours to go until lunch time. She looked down at her growling belly, the little girl hoped that her belly can survive that long.
After the three long periods of science, social studies, and art Pepito and Crimson had together; it was finally lunch time. The little girl raced down the hallway and into the cafeteria. The lunch line wasn't long yet which relieved Crimson. She grabbed her milk, her tray, and walked into the aisle full of food to find….
It meatloaf day.
Crimson wanted to cry at the sight of the throbbing, bubbling globs of meat that were given to each student that passed. She absolutely hated meatloaf, it had the honor of being the number one food on her list that she wouldn't eat. The little girl looked down at her stomach that was growling almost too loudly. She had a huge decision to make, Die of starvation or die of food poisoning.
Crimson plopped down in an empty seat, she looked down depressingly and began to poke her meatloaf. Hoping she could find some chunks that didn't have the lunch ladies' hair in it.
"Well hello there little girl."
Crimson looked up to find Pepito sitting on the other side of her, smiling about something nobody would understand.
Crimson, who glared angrily at Pepito sighed, "My name is Crimson, not 'little girl.'
Pepito smirked, "Yes you are. You're weak, little and very annoying."
The little girl's face began to heat up in anger, "I'm not weak! Everybody else in this grade is little, including you!"
Pepito looked at Crimson, a devious smile crawled onto his lips, "Alright, I DARE you to eat that entire meatloaf WITHOUT gagging."
Crimson glared back at him, then looked down at her meatloaf, "You know I can't do that! This stuff will poison me!"
Pepito smirked evilly, "I knew it, girls are too weak to finish a tiny meatloaf! I don't see the point of why you are still alive!"
Crimson's face was beet red, anger coursed through her veins. She had enough of him today with tripping her and embarrassing her. The ginger angrily grabbed a handful of meatloaf from her tray and threw it straight into the side of Pepito's head.
The whole cafeteria fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. All eyes fell onto the Anti-Christ and the little red hair girl.
Pepito sat there with his head hanging, he felt the disgusting globs of goop fall down his strands of hair. He never felt the emotion "embarrassed" before, but at that moment…he did…..and he hated it. He turned his head toward Crimson and gave her a spine tingling glare, he angrily dug his hand into his own meatloaf, grabbed a handful and threw it in the center of her overalls.
The whole cafeteria gasped at the sight they saw.
Crimson screamed a little when the pile of glop connected with her nice blue overalls. Her feminine side had finally took over her as she flapped her hands in the air and jumped up and down screaming, "EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!"
Out of the entire cafeteria, someone obnoxious and small had the courage to say the most fun and dangerous words out of the entire school.
"FOOD FIGHT!"
With those two simple words; the simple, dirty, quiet cafeteria had turned a disgusting mad house. Several tables and seats were turned over for shelter as each students threw their meatloaf at their opponent. Laughs, cries and screams echoed the cafeteria. The lunch ladies and teacher knew they couldn't do much when a food fight began, they only knew how to prevent them. For now all they could do is duck, cover, and wait until the students have run out of food to throw.
Crimson -still trying to go through the trauma that just happened- was running and dodging the pelted meat that intoxicated the air. The little girl felt as though she was in a battle in those war movies she and her parents would watch late at night.
Pepito was following Crimson, he enjoyed tormenting the little ginger so much. The little girl reminded him of a conversation he had with one of the fourth grade science teachers. He was a bit crazy from other people perspectives but what he explained to Pepito that day fascinated him so much. The little boy remembered the science teacher telling him…
"Every living creature is connected to each other, like strings for example. Two individuals whose strings are closer or tighter to each other end up finding love with each other. Others are farther or loose don't get a good relationship with each other. All that I know in my whacked up mind that everybody will have a individual whose string is closer to them and-HOLY SHIT IT'S A SQUIRREL! COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT I WANNA RIP YOU OPEN!"
Pepito shivered as he came back to reality, maybe he was right. Maybe Crimson was the individual whose string was closer to him. The Anti-Christ train of thought was interrupted when a nearby meatloaf pelted him in the face. He groaned as the one of the students by him laughed at him.
