The kids were seated in tables close to each other, talking and eating their lunch. Basically, they talk about any kind of topic, like musical influences, T.V shows, (South Park not included.) and, of course, their band, the 'School of Rock'. But now, the main topic is the new snobby student that goes by the name of Daphne Blake.

"Well, it's too early to make a judgment, but I'll say one thing about that girl. SNOB." Summer said, swinging her fork like a sword, which has salad dressing on it, spraying everyone near her with it.

"I agree. But we can't judge her yet. She's just new and still trying to adjust." Michelle said. "And Summer, would you please put down that fork?"

Michelle took a napkin and wiped her face with it.

"Oops! Sorry guys." Summer said apologetically.

"I'll say one thing about her! Style." Billy, the band stylist said. He likes Daphne's sense of style.

"Okay, Billy. We know." Marta said. But Billy didn't take notice. He kept on talking.

"Oh, yeah. I just looove that lavender coat and those boots! They're simply fabulous!"

Marta took another chance of interrupting him.

"You know what, Billy? We would looove it if you would stop talking about that. It'll be simply fabulous!"

Billy pursed his lips and rolled his eyes on Marta. She just sniggered. Summer took the liberty of putting her opinion on the limelight once again.

"Speaking of that, she should have been wearing uniform! Horace Green is not a catwalk. It's a school. As if this isn't a prestigious school and the best in the whole state!"

Summer waved her fork again like a crazed barbarian, spraying the others with salad dressing.

"Summer, we would really appreciate it if you would really put your fork down!" Freddy said, his nostrils flaring. He took his napkin and wiped his face with it. Summer apologized again. Then, it's his turn to speak out what he thinks about Daphne Blake.

"Well, I don't like her, and that's it."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Nice speech, Freddy Jones."

Speaking of the snobby new girl, Daphne just strutted in from the cafeteria doors. Behind her is Ms. Dunham, who hastily walked to the teachers' table without getting a tray of food. Daphne fell in line and took a tray. Salad, tapioca, mashed potato, banana and a small carton of milk is what she took. She looked for a vacant table and sat, ignoring the stares from the other students. She took her coat off, revealing her magenta knit dress. She took out a chartreuse scarf and tied it around her neck. Just close by is the table where Summer and the others are seated on. Billy stood up from his seat, took his tray off the table and sat with Daphne.

"Hi!" he said.

Daphne gave him a look that would mean 'Excuse moi?'. But she just responded with a stale 'hello'.

"I'm Billy. Nice to meet you." Billy said, holding out his hand. Daphne thought twice if she's going to take it, but decided to…

"Daphne. Nice to meet you, too." She took his hand and shook it. Billy kept looking at her outfit, staring at it with admiration. Daphne's starting to feel a bit uneasy, though.

"What? Is there something wrong?" She asked, edging her seat away from Billy.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that I adore your outfit. It's so fabulous!" He said, his eyes twinkling. Daphne, upon hearing this, got enlightened.

"Are you…?"

"Uh-huh."

"Oh. For real?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No, it's cool with me. But what's cooler is that I actually found someone to talk to!"

Daphne and Billy share the same interest. And it's fashion. And people with the same interest usually build up life-long friendships. Billy shared some of his ideas and showed Daphne his portfolio of what he designed so far. Daphne also shared with him some of her thoughts and fashion thingies and other whatevers that she likes to talk about.

"Daphne Blake…you know, that name sounds so familiar." Billy said, thinking where he has heard it before.

"Familiar? Really?" Daphne said incredulously. Billy thought for a moment, then finally realized where he heard it.

"I know! Scooby Doo! Danger-prone Daphne Blake! Oh, I love that show!" Billy exclaimed. Daphne sighed.

"I regret the day I was christened and baptized." She said, an expression of disgust on her face.

"What?"

"It's my mom's idea to name me Daphne, after she gave birth to me and saw that I have red hair. She jumped for joy when she did. She really likes that cartoon." Daphne sighed.. Billy chuckled.

"Really, I should sue the baptisizer guy." Daphne said. Billy wasn't sure what he just heard, so he asked her.

"What?"

"You know, that guy who pours water on a screaming infant's head. Baptisizer." Daphne explained. Wrong word, Daphne. Wrong word.

"Umm, I think it's called a priest, Daphne. And you can't sue priests for that, too." Billy said, correcting Daphne's 'baptisizer guy' term. Daphne's eyes widened.

"O-oh. I-I-I….uh, I knew that. Ehehehehe!" Daphne said, feeling awkwardly stupid.

From the other table, Freddy kept sniggering and kept whispering something to Zack and Frankie. Frankie laughed with him, but Zack didn't. Freddy schemed up something, a mischievous look in his eyes and a devilish grin in his lips is currently present on his face.

"Watch this." He said, dropping a banana peeling on the floor, timing it on the time Daphne stood up from her seat after finishing her lunch and still talking with Billy. Slipping on a banana peeling is a classic, and it never has failed to make a person look like a total idiot. Which is what happened just now.

"AHA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!"

The whole cafeteria erupted with rambunctious laughter, their eyes blinded with tears, holding their stomachs and pointing their fingers on a redheaded figure slumped on the floor.

"Told ya she was clumsy!" Freddy said loudly, then laughed along with them like a hyena. Daphne looked like she was going to cry, but she thought of one better thing to do. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

"Heh, the ol' banana peeling trick. Classic. I gotta say, you have class, Mr. Jones." Daphne said, as she stood up and walked towards Freddy like nothing's happened.

"Oh, did I do that? Sorry!" Freddy said, with a mock apologetic expression. Daphne smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's ok."

Then, she walked on the other side of the table and took a milk carton.

"I just looove milk." She said, taking a sip. "And I would hate to see it go to waste. Don't you?"

She walked up to Freddy and poured the remaining contents of the milk carton on his head. His eyes widened with shock. The other kids gasped.

"Oh, did I do that? Sorry!" Daphne said, with the same mock apologetic expression Freddy used earlier. Laughter erupted from the other students again. Daphne walked away from the spot, feeling pretty pleased with herself. Freddy was fuming with anger. He grabbed a handful of salad. I think you know what happens next, then.

"EWW!!!" Daphne exclaimed, feeling the cold, slimy feeling of the salad dressing. Returning the favor, she grabbed a cup of tapioca from someone's table ("Hey! I was eating that!" The tapioca-deprived girl said.) and threw it at Freddy. And him, quick with his feet, avoided the tapioca attack. Someone else got hit with it. The tapioca victim got angry (of course, he will. No one likes to get splattered with tapioca, you know.) and threw a bowl of unfinished mashed potato, hitting Summer with it. She was angered, so she made her revenge by throwing her bowl of salad (fork included). Pretty soon, it was official. The start of a Food Fight! Chaos broke of the cafeteria room. Even with all the teachers in there, they couldn't control the situation of the food hiatus. Actually, they even joined the food waste. (Silly teachers. They should be ashamed of themselves.) Food being thrown everywhere, mayhem broke out like a disease. The cafeteria just turned into a jungle. Ms. Mullins walked inside it, eyes widened behind spectacles, got horrified and got a mashed potato face treatment. Everyone stopped in their tracks when they saw Ms. Mullins' mash potato-covered face. She fumed and her nostrils flared.

"Would anyone please explain to me what has happened here?"

No one spoke. Ms. Mullins, her blood boiling to higher temperatures, wiped her tater-covered face with a napkin and asked once again, her voice trembling with anger.

"Who started this?"

Everyone's fingers rose and pointed to two kids, whose bulged up to the size of dinner plates, trying to say something defensive. Then, the rose their fingers and pointed at each other.

"He started it!" said Daphne defensively.

"She started it!" said Freddy defensively.

Ms. Mullins crossed her lips and pursed her lips.

"Oh. Why am I not surprised? Freddy Jones once again." She said, looking at Freddy with a completely angered expression. Then, she turned to the other one pointed at. There, she was surprised.

"You!? You did this?!?"

"G-guilty." Daphne said meekly.

"That's it! See me in my office, now! Two weeks detention for you two, you will stay here after dismissal and clean this up, and your parents will be notified about this! Again, for Freddy!" Ms. Mullins said, her temper reaching its highest point. She walked out of the cafeteria, leaving the chaotic mess. Freddy and Daphne gave each other seething looks of pure hate, loathing and disgust. They walked out of the cafeteria, covered with food, and up to Ms. Mullins' office. At last, Freddy looks like he has found his match in Daphne. Both total troublemakers and both in total trouble with their parents. They'll surely be grounded for this one. This is just the beginning of a very WEIRD story. It has begun. It has finally begun. The Battle of the Brats has just begun.