Chapter 5: The Great Food Fight

I couldn't wait to give Claire my gift; the expression on her face will be priceless! After a good night's sleep, Monday became Tuesday and it was the day I could finally give my gift. When I finally entered, it felt funny, something was up I could feel it, there wasn't as many students. I walked around the whole school to find Claire, I found her at the Gymnasium.

"Why are you at the Gym?" I ask her.

"I'm practising for the fitness test we have today for PE."

"We have a test today!?"

Wow it's only been two weeks and I've missed so much.

"Well it seems that you've been working out." Claire says sarcastically.

"Yeah, the Al Simharan heat has made me lose some weight," I said sarcastically.

"Why didn't you call me about the test?" I complain to Claire.

"I didn't want to bother you while you are on holidays."

"So what's the fitness test on?"

"Push-ups, sit-ups and jogging around the track." She then sighs, it's going to be a hard test.

"I'll ask Mr Sullivan to see if I can be taken out from the test."

"I've seen him here today."

I then see Mr Sullivan in his office. I shout out to him, "Mr Sullivan, can I not do the test?"

I come closer where his strong deep voice starts to hurt my ears.

"And why would that be Malcolm?" He asks in deep tone that frightens me to the bones.

"I haven't been here for two weeks." I stutter, nervous if he'll punish me.

"Alright, you won't do the test but next time, don't think I'll let you get out of another test." He calms down and gets back to work.

"Thanks, Mr Sullivan." I say in a quiet voice.

I couldn't believe that asking worked! But even with the fitness test on, why was that not many people were here?

I decided to ask Claire what was going on, she had been here the last two weeks, so she would have known. "Claire, something seems funny, it's not right, is there something going on today?"

"Well, there is a rumour that a food fight is going to happen."

"A food fight? Why would people stay home just to avoid a food fight?" I question.

"Well they say that it is going to be crazy and..." Claire tries to explain before being cut off.

"And..?" I ask until I notice Mr Anderson walk past, he was the strictest teacher and was the principal in the school and he was a tyrant to all of the students, even the good ones. Even the other teachers were scared of him, we could tell by the look of fear in their eyes every time he walked past...

He looked at us strangely as he knew what was going on. Maybe he was giving the death stare and if he was, I didn't like it; I really did not want to be in any teacher's bad books. The wind of his black coat whizzed past me, the air from it moving made me cold. The aura of the room changed as he left.

Claire stopped talking until he was gone, "So yeah it's going to be crazy and funny as they are going to attack any teacher that tries to stop them."

"Well I don't really want to be a part of this; we are going to be all in trouble."

"It's happening at the canteen, so you really can't avoid it."

"I could just go to the library." I reply back.

"They are going pound you with food before you even get there and when you do Mrs Doyle will send you out." She retorts. There's really no way out of this but it's just a rumour, it's not really going to happen or is it?

"I know, I'm thinking of other ways to get out of this."

"Well you could have just skipped another day off school."

"My parents would kill me if I even try."

"Too bad for you, we're going to have to be in it."

"Well I will just have to stay low."

Lunchtime soon came, "it's Showtime..." I say to Claire nervous about what 'could' happen.

We entered the canteen, it was quiet, too quiet, everyone that was here today was in the canteen but the teachers were not to be seen anywhere, where could they be?

As soon as the door canteen closed, it felt like the whole world went into slow motion, I saw the opportunity to give Claire my gift quickly, I knew it was going to happen at any time or just not happen at all but I took that chance.

"Claire, I got something to give you."

"What is it?" I pulled out the crystal and revealed it too her.

"Are you serious that would have been expensive!? I can't believe this! Thanks Malcolm!"

Without warning, an apple hit the amethyst and in slow motion, well it felt like it was in slow motion to me, the beautiful purple amethyst fell and it broke into many glistening pieces. I watched it lay on the ground damaged and irreparable. This made me furious, I went out of my way to buy the amethyst, all the way from Al Simhara and now it felt like I have just wasted my time.

I saw the person who threw the apple, it was VJ Alvi, Miraj Alvi's older and rebellious brother, I wanted hunt him down, I could just tell by his reaction. Claire just stood there and didn't really know what to say next. I wanted to throw some food back at him. But some people say "Actions Speak Louder than Words." Well too bad I didn't care about that, I found a banana on the table next to us; I peeled the banana open and chucked it at him. The banana went straight into his mouth. I laughed my head off; I also was in hysteria that I even got it in there.

I was in the middle of the fire fight, to the left were the nerds and others and to the right were the jocks/sports people and the "cool" kids. I had to make the tables surround us so we could be defended on both sides. Robbie Kauker, made robots and cool electronic gadgets, he and his robot were in the circle we made, I wasn't angry at him so helped protect him. He sent out his battle robot, "Spar-Bot", "Master, how should I effectively attack these Meatbags?" The speech of the Spar-Bot was not perfected and instead of Sims he used Meatbags, well it didn't matter, the bot could battle alright, it fired mash potato like a catapult going at a hundred miles an hour.

"Spar-Bot just fire whatever you can to the people that are firing at us."

Every single piece of food you can think of was thrown, from mouldy sandwiches to salads being tossed. I fired a few then ducked and then fired again, I primarily attacked VJ Alvi and he was the arch nemesis, I got some of his friends but I couldn't get a good clean shot.

We were all covered in food, my anger started to calm down until the canteen door opened...

The room fell silent. It was Mr Anderson! We were all screwed! He called out names, VJ Alvi, Darlene Bunch, Richard Kuic, Malcolm Landgraab and David Badsport. The five were picked out of hundreds of kids that had done the crime too. It was just because he didn't like us was why he chose us. Though I think he had known about it already, with his death stare at me earlier today.

He took us into the principal's office as he was the school principal. He gave us all a seat and one by one he started to call our parents. I knew I was screwed, I couldn't let him call my parents and it was just a big misunderstanding that's all. All I could hope is if he can understand my case. Well I hope...