Lunch! Finally! Time went by PAINFULLY slow, I was practically falling asleep in every class. Sighing contently, I strolled over to my locker. Just as I was about to open it, the girl from social studies class appeared out of thin air. What was her name---Missy? Well Missy scared the crap out of me.

I greet quite startled, "Um, Hello?"

Missy is a straight to the point person, "Listen, I like how you dress. Do you want to be apart of my group?"

Group...?

Suddenly, two other girls popped up behind Missy, basking in her pink 'glory'. I honestly don't know how to response.

"Uh--well, what do you guys do for fun?"

Missy smirked, "What most popular girls do! Cheerlead, make fun of people who aren't popular and most importantly make fun of people whose fashion sense is HORRIBLE."

I really wanted to ask, 'Are you kidding me?'

However, I smiled before opening my locker, "Well that all sounds like a wild time, but I'm not interested in fitting into groups right now."

Maybe if I distract myself with something in my locker, they'll go away...oh! Another piece of fuzz! What...fuzz...

Uh oh!

The trouble making weasel yet AGAIN decided to hide in my locker. When it's beady little eyes rested on me, it squealed and jumped out. Missy walked behind me, unaware to what was going on.

"What the heck ar---AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Missy's high pitched scream echoed the hallway as the weasel pounced into her hair, flailing madly about. Yes, I ducked. Missy kept screaming, "Get it out! Get it out!"

Her little minions tried their best to get the weasel away from her blonde hair, however, when one of them got close,

"Ow! It BIT me!"

I just stood there in shock. Sorry, my body isn't really functioning now. Missy started to run around in circles, probably thinking that the weasel will loose it's death grip and fly out. Wrong. It hung onto dear life.

The janitor rounded the corner, sighing heavily as he dumped a mop into a bucket of dirty water. Only one thing to do.

I shouted over to him, "Weasel!"

The janitor sprung to life, pulling out his giant net from his pocket. How can he keep it in there? It's so big..

"Where? Where?!" The janitor exclaimed.

Pointing to the freaking out Missy, I replied, "In the hair."

Missy realized what was about to happen, she dashed down the hallway, "THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE TOUCHING MY HAIR!"

The janitor chased after her, "It'll only take a second!"

Missy's minions followed the janitor, worried expressions displayed their faces. Everyone in the hallway remained silent, I expected them to start burst out laughing, however they simply returned back to their business. Gee...Moze wasn't kidding. Things like this DO happen all the time.

I turned my attention to my now messy locker. Think I should ask to get a new one?

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Shortly after recovering from the complete utter randomness, I arrived in the cafeteria. Chicken was being served this time. Catching a spot in line, I hoped there's other options for lunch.

The lunch lady handed me a plate, slapping on a piece of greasy chicken on it.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust, "Not to sound ungrateful or anything...but can I have a salad or something?"

The lunch lady looked at sharply before basically barking, "Why?! What's wrong with my chicken?!"

Glancing at the slippery greasy chicken, I stated, "Well first off, this meat came from a chicken. A chicken that used to be alive, but then was slaughtered by man. Second, I wouldn't be surprised if someone got sick off of this stuff and THIRD, I'm a vegetarian."

Braising myself for the lunch lady to yell again, I gripped onto the lunch tray.

"Why didn't you say so! Here's a fresh salad dear."

I smiled, fully relieved by theQUITER reaction, "Thanks."

Just as I thought I was free, the lunch lady quickly reached out and grabbed onto my arm. That made me almost drop my salad on the slightly dirty floor. I have a feeling the janitor worries about the weasel more than the school being clean.

The lunch lady warned, "Your dressing is screaming out some urgent news. DON'T and I mean DON'T change your locker location."

Awkwardly, I escaped the strong woman's grip, "Um..alright?"

The lunch lady adjusted her hair net, before stating brightly, "Your lettuce informs something completely different. You'll gave more alliances this past week."

I hope she isn't talking Missy and her 'group'.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Moze greeted, "Hey Sadie!"

I smiled as I sat down next to her, Ned and Cookie sitting across from us as usual.

Ned gestured towards my salad, "Why aren't you eating the chicken?"

I simply answered, "I'm a vegetarian."

Glancing slightly at Ned's chicken, I saw sudden movement......before I could even say something, the girl with dark brown hair and scowl planted on her face appeared next to Cookie.

Cookie fidgeted, "Hey...Evelyn."

Evelyn.....wait, isn't that the girl who was glaring at Lisa in math class the other day?

Evelyn said VERY loudly, "Hey BOYFRIEND!"

Wait, I thought Cookie likes Lisa?

Cookie shivered a little and scooted his chair backwards, "I'm not your boyfriend...Oh look! Gotta go!"

With that, Cookie bolted out of his chair and dashed towards the door. He struggled opening the doors, for he was trying to pull it open than push it.. Fail.

Evelyn jumped up as well, showing off a ring that was tightly wrapped around her finger, "You gave me this! Don't deny the romance SIMON!"

Poor...Cookie/Simon.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Once both Cookie and Evelyn were out of sight, Ned took his fork and poked Cookie's chicken.

He smiled as he picked it up, "I don't think he'll need that anymore..."

Moze gagged, "Gross....Ned."

I noticed that she had a packed lunch. Smart girl.

Ned randomly yelped in pain, his hair spiking up in every direction. Okay, seriously, what is up with this school?

Loomer and his gang sat down next to the literally shocked Ned, laughing their butts off. They sure do laugh a lot, don't they?

"Got chya Bigby!"

Loomer reached out and lightly touched Ned's neck with the tip of his finger, a small ray exploded out of it, making Ned yet again jump.

Moze groaned, "Not AGAIN. We learned about negatives and positives WEEKS ago."

Taking another bite of my salad, I observed Loomer closely. He was still busting his gut after seeing Ned's distraught face. You know what, his obnoxious laughter is starting to grow on me. While I was staring, I didn't notice Loomer carelessly lay his left hand on the table. A ray hit the metal inside the table and traveled its way across.

Before I could save myself in any way, the ray hit my tray making it fly in the air. My bowl of salad went EVERYWHERE. I flushed with embarrassment as everyone's attention turned to the sudden disturbance.

Loomer scratched his head confused, "What...happened?"

I sighed, "You kinda destroyed my lunch."

Meanwhile Ned and Moze were on the ground, laughing uncontrollably. I'm glad they find amusement of out my salad's death.

Finally, the bowl was that once full of salad landed on someone's head. The oblivious victim was a boy with wavy blonde hair, who wore a green sweatshirt with matching pants. He was twirling a basketball in his finger.

The boy questioned, "Hey, who turned out the lights?"

Lunch wasn't that fun for me today.

A/N: Is an explanation really needed?