*Man, I'm bored. The solution? Write countless chapters of a story that was only really one page long in real life. How fun.*

Lunch rolled around relatively quick for the eighth graders, but that didn't mean it was a good thing. Not only did everyone have to deal with each other in the rather small cafeteria, the school food was so nasty, it looked as though it would get up and slither away off your plate. Ew.

Elliot, Freddy, and Ruby were sitting at the single round table in the room at the far corner away from everyone. It was where Freddy always sat, considering he was outcasted by everyone all the time. Jordin soon came with her lunch and sat down next to Ruby, asking her, "How's your hand?"

"Fine," she answered cheerily, a happy smile on her features.

"What's with the grin?" Elliot questioned, just having her smile deviously.

"Oh, nuthin'," she said with gallon upon gallon of fake innocence pouring from her words.

"Lies!" Jordin exclaimed, poking her arm with undermined determination.

"Its just that when I punched jockey over there-" She thumbed the football team's acclaimed table in the dead center of the cafeteria. Connor was sitting there with his back to them, swarmed by girls and being bear hugged by Lesley, who looked both full of herself and concerned at the same time. An ice pack was set on her tray. "-the nurse said I used so much momentum I 'accidentally' broke his nose."

"Oh no way," Freddy said with a smirk.

"Way, dude," Ruby confirmed. "He's wearin' all these bandages and shit, It looks so funny! His nose looks ginormus!"

"Aw, sweet, my friend!" Jordin said, high-fiving her. Ruby blew on her knuckles and rubbed them on her shirt.

"D'you know when he's going to get them off?" Elliot asked.

"Eh..." Ruby shrugged. "Not really. I think I heard the nurse say to his parents over the phone its gunna be like, eight weeks or sumthin'. I dunno."

"This is like perfect!" Jordin said. "He won't be able to play with the football team!"

"Either you REALLY hate football or you REALLY hate Connor," Freddy surmised, probing his slop with his plastic fork.

Jordin shrugged. "I just despise that slut Lesley." She scoffed, crossing her arms as she lounged back in her chair. "She's evil, I'm telling you!"

"Um... no offense, Jor," Ruby spoke up. "But you say that about everyone."

Jordin merely nodded. "I know, but this time I'm serious!"

"You're never serious about ANYTHING," Ruby told her.

"Exactly!" Jordin exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air for extravagance. That's when said blonde walked up behind her followed closely by her so- called "friends" (Freddy called them slaves). Lesley had a deep scowl on her face, and was holding an ice pack to her bruised eye.

Poking her shoulder hard Jordin looked to the side, catching sight of her arch nemesis and frowning disgustedly. "Bitch," Ruby tried to disguise in a cough, just succeeding in having Freddy grin as he stared at his plate and Elliot nearly choke on his drink, sniggering in the shadows.

"Hello JORDIN." Lesley seemed to trip on her name a little. God knows what on earth she actually wanted to call her.

"Lesley," Jordin stated flatly, staring blankly at the wall behind Freddy and Elliot.

"I was just wondering..." Lesley trailed off, hand setting on her hip as she glared at the back of her enemy's head. "When is SHE-" She cast a look Ruby's way, making her scowl. "-going to apologize to my dear Connor bear?"

"What?" Jordin sounded close to hysterics as she jumped to her feet, chair skidding back some. The dusty haired girl took two handfuls of Lesley's hot pink tank top's collar, getting an inch from her overly make upped face. "You sorry whore," she hissed with as much venom as a cobra. "You honestly believe Ruby would apologize for hurting that sorry jock? He deserved everything that came to him!"

"Get your FILTHY freak hands off me, you nasty ass slut!" Lesley shrieked, wrenching feebly against Jordin's strength. No use.

"Nasty ass slut? Look who's talking, Miss Moron!" Jordin retorted, tightening her grip. Ruby began cheering, throwing harsh insults Lesley's way. Freddy and Elliot exchanged glances, knowing how life threatening it was to get pulled into a cat fight; one girl makes it out alive, the other... not so much. They'd be lucky to keep all of their bones in tact, clothes un-ripped, makeup non-smeared.

Just ever-so-fucking DANDY.

Soon enough before the real fight began once again, the end-of-lunch bell rang, signaling third block. It was history for Freddy and Elliot, with Mr. Barns*. Like with Wilma, it was pretty much just a bunch of scrambled notes that meant absolutely nothing to the fourteen year olds. Mr. Barns voice droned on and on, and Elliot was pretty sure he saw more than a few students asleep.

Mr. Barns didn't seem to notice, and continued talking in that low, humdrum tone, back to the students as he rapidly chalked down all he was saying in scrawling yet readable cursive.

In the back of the room Terrence passed a folded note to his buddy Andrew, who took it. Opening the paper and reading it over quickly he had to bite his finger to keep from snorting in hilariousity.

He took his pen, writing out a reply and handing it back. Terrence bit his lip and grinned, nodding and mouthing back to him, "perfect".

And finally, after what seemed like hours, the end-of-the-school-day bell sounded, and this time they all DID sigh in relief. Mr. Barns looked slightly put out, but told them to go on home anyway.

Incidentally, Terrence left the note lying on his desk in plain view, and Mr. Barns noticed it quickly. Picking it up and reading it over his face went deathly pale.

The walkie talkie clipped to his belt buzzed and vibrated, and Mr. Barns struggled to undo it, When he finally did he turned on the speaker. A husky voice came from the other end, asking, "Have you seen my bucket? Someone took it."

Mr. Barns cursed in an undertone. "Leon, get to the front of the school NOW."

"But... my bucket-" the janitor began sadly.

"So help me Leon, I know for a FACT your bucket's there."

"Really?" Leon sounded hopeful. He treasured that bucket.

Mr. Barns nodded to himself, saying impatiently, "YES, Leon. Now GO!" With that he hung up.

Looking back down to the note he grimaced; "You ready for the Junk Dunk on Burn-boy and Pinnie out font today?" , "Yeah, I got it all set up."

He mentally prayed Leon would get there on time.

Freddy, Elliot, Jordin, and Ruby were walking down the main corridor of the school towards the main doors to go to their houses. Ruby was complaining about Mr. Maguire, who seemed to be on her case because of the whole "breaking Connor's nose" thing.

"D'you know how BORING History is?" Freddy asked. "God, I could barely stay awake half the period!"

"I was drawing the whole time," Elliot admitted with a shrug, walking out into the two o'clock sunshine.

Jordin halted abruptedly, holding out her arms and having her three friends bump into them. Her ears perked; giggling. Nearby giggling, and then hushed whispers followed by the somewhat muffled sound of a metal bucket.

She snapped her head upwards, sighting Lesley and Vicky holding an old, blue-paint-chipped, rusting bucket filled to the brim with any scraps and "stew" the kitchens had- blended to a green, puke colored liquid substance with chinks of rotten fruit and mystery meat- over the four of them.

Jordin forcefully pushed the three of them back into the school just as the creation of goop and guck poured out the bucket, splashing onto Jordin.

Ruby screamed in disgust, Freddy and Elliot grimacing in repulsion, The stench emanating from it was so revolting Jordin felt as though she'd vomit, and above her Lesley and Vicky were roaring with laughter like lunatics.

A low, animalistic growl erupted from Jordin's throat, and she threw her head up to glare the stink eye (no pun intended) their way.

And that's when Leon decided to show up. He took one whiff of Jordin's smell and backed up next to Ruby, squeezing his nose shut with two fingers. "Aw man, that reeks!"

"You have no idea," Jordin grumbled sullenly, turning her body to the four though still staring intently at the pranksters. She pointed to the girls, and Leon stepped back outside, looking up.

He gasped. "My bucket!" Lesley and Vicky stopped laughing, and Leon looked so mad his ears were steaming.

*I got Mr. Barns from Professor Binns of Harry Potter. He's the History of Magic teacher, and his voice puts kids to sleep. Not that I'm trying to credit Professor Binns as MY creation or anything- he rightfully belongs to J. K. Rowling. I just sorta... copied him. That's allowed, right?*