Yes, that last chapter was a bit short, but this is where the story gets
exciting. Or I hope so.Anyway, read on!
CHAPTER FOUR: Lunch Council Number Seventy-Nine
The Lunch Councils were a notorious group of students whose goal was to find out EVERYTHING there was to know in the school. All of the students, including Lizzie were a part of it in some way or another, but most just met at lunch every so often (hence the name) to hear the latest gossip and take notes. Only an elite few actually spied, eavesdropped, conned, and shirked on homework in order to get the news they wanted. Lizzie had worried (an understatement really; her nails were bitten down to the cuticles and she had spent several nights in wakefulness) that they would find out. Now that worry was gone, but the worst was yet to come.
The Seventy-Ninth Lunch Council was scheduled for September eighteenth, two days after the news that a juicy bit of gossip had been discovered leaked out. Lizzie was positive that it was about her, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that it wasn't. So it was with a heavy heart that she dragged herself to lunch that day, where the tables were already set up in the traditional Lunch Council conference style.
If this were a happy story, the item of discussion would not be about her. But I am sorry to echo Lemony Snicket and announce that this is NOT a happy story, and the item discussed was about the ill-fated couple Lizzie and Bill. As our protagonist, known only to the Lunch Council president as a lowly seventh-grade secretary to him, pulled out a pad of paper and started to take notes, the said president cleared his throat and announced, "This meeting of the Lunch Councils, the seventy-ninth in the series of Councils, will come to order. As you may have heard, there is an issue needed to be dealt with.
"At the beginning of the school year, the new Wood Shop teacher, Mr. Bill Burner, was discovered to be a hottie by some of our female correspondents. But even though they thought he was cute, they were forbidden from falling in love with him by Article 181, Section 43, Paragraph 2 in the Lunch Council guidelines: No student may fall in love with an authoritive teacher. Remember, it is the school we are trying to work against. But one student has now crossed over the line. She has fallen into the trap of his brown eyes as well as his C clamp. We also have reason to believe that Mr. Swallow, Mr. Doorington, and Principal Barbierossa are involved with matchmaking the two. But we shall punish the offending student, as well as notify the police that Mr. Burner is liaisoning with a minor."
Lizzie felt sick. This was horrible. Poor Bill. Now the police were on his tail, as well as Barbierossa. And she couldn't forget the Council giving her a punishment, too.
"But what is the student's name?" shouted one of the eighth-graders. Lizzie shifted in her seat. This was shaping up to be the worst day of her life.
The president consulted his papers. "Her name-"
At that moment, Bill rushed into the cafeteria, followed by the other two hotties and Barbierossa, who had the medallion. "NOOOOO!!" he shouted in a terrifying, desperate scream.
The president smirked. "-is Elizabeth Duck."
CHAPTER FOUR: Lunch Council Number Seventy-Nine
The Lunch Councils were a notorious group of students whose goal was to find out EVERYTHING there was to know in the school. All of the students, including Lizzie were a part of it in some way or another, but most just met at lunch every so often (hence the name) to hear the latest gossip and take notes. Only an elite few actually spied, eavesdropped, conned, and shirked on homework in order to get the news they wanted. Lizzie had worried (an understatement really; her nails were bitten down to the cuticles and she had spent several nights in wakefulness) that they would find out. Now that worry was gone, but the worst was yet to come.
The Seventy-Ninth Lunch Council was scheduled for September eighteenth, two days after the news that a juicy bit of gossip had been discovered leaked out. Lizzie was positive that it was about her, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that it wasn't. So it was with a heavy heart that she dragged herself to lunch that day, where the tables were already set up in the traditional Lunch Council conference style.
If this were a happy story, the item of discussion would not be about her. But I am sorry to echo Lemony Snicket and announce that this is NOT a happy story, and the item discussed was about the ill-fated couple Lizzie and Bill. As our protagonist, known only to the Lunch Council president as a lowly seventh-grade secretary to him, pulled out a pad of paper and started to take notes, the said president cleared his throat and announced, "This meeting of the Lunch Councils, the seventy-ninth in the series of Councils, will come to order. As you may have heard, there is an issue needed to be dealt with.
"At the beginning of the school year, the new Wood Shop teacher, Mr. Bill Burner, was discovered to be a hottie by some of our female correspondents. But even though they thought he was cute, they were forbidden from falling in love with him by Article 181, Section 43, Paragraph 2 in the Lunch Council guidelines: No student may fall in love with an authoritive teacher. Remember, it is the school we are trying to work against. But one student has now crossed over the line. She has fallen into the trap of his brown eyes as well as his C clamp. We also have reason to believe that Mr. Swallow, Mr. Doorington, and Principal Barbierossa are involved with matchmaking the two. But we shall punish the offending student, as well as notify the police that Mr. Burner is liaisoning with a minor."
Lizzie felt sick. This was horrible. Poor Bill. Now the police were on his tail, as well as Barbierossa. And she couldn't forget the Council giving her a punishment, too.
"But what is the student's name?" shouted one of the eighth-graders. Lizzie shifted in her seat. This was shaping up to be the worst day of her life.
The president consulted his papers. "Her name-"
At that moment, Bill rushed into the cafeteria, followed by the other two hotties and Barbierossa, who had the medallion. "NOOOOO!!" he shouted in a terrifying, desperate scream.
The president smirked. "-is Elizabeth Duck."