"YEAH—YEAH OK WE WILL—NOW— SHUT UP"

                             ***

Everyone eats lunch in the classroom, and given the fact The rush here took my lunch from me and Neeta, was also in the same sync.

"I don't we are gonna starve Ne—"

"Damn the lunch—I want that kid!"

"AYO—WHAT?"

"Eh? What happened?"

Nothing.

"Uh—Beenli did the hallway drive you reta—"

Let's find the fatso.

Good.

Table by table there was almost no variety in the food. Roasted lady fingers with bread that's wrapped in aluminum. 

One guy caught my eye for he stood on the bench to protect his lunch, lifting it to the peak of his capability. 

(I don't have any hope for bro).

Inevitably someone jumped him from behind, his lunch box landed in cluster of hands, there his lunch box was violated HORRIFYINGLY as, there was golden sauce dripping from a dozen of hands and chins

PSSSS—

As I turned at Neeta, she didn't seem to find my eyes roaming off very efficient.

"Stop lookin' there and find the boy you gay rascal—"

"Aye—You can't say—"

Shut up and find him.

"I GUESS".

The idea was to split and find the boy though Neeta strongly opposed due to the fact "you gonna get lost there buddy".

(Damn—Terrifyingly correct somehow.)

                        ***

Well in the classroom we roamed every box of the checkered tiles. Kids with stuck nose boogers, kids too tall, the midgets, the ones with glasses—pretty much the all the archetype that existed in the class. 

"Where the hell's this fatso?!" Said Neeta with shot up fury and clenched jaw.

(This girl's so determined to catch that fatso just from a doubt—let's see if the showdown's worth it)

"Looks like bro is the sole one of his type"

" blablabla— I DON'T, care. We gotta find h—"

Erhuhhhh

"What erhuhhh—bald shi—"

"Look there in the corridor—seems like bro's talkin to some girl—"

WHERE?!?!

(CAN SHE CHILL OUT WITH THE SHOUTING—THAT SHIT SCARED ME!)

THERE!!!—

THERE—WHERE?!!?!

HE'S THERE FOR GOD'S SAKE!

Her eyes drifted to where my finger pointed, the absolute circle square of the entire school—that is the corridor's middle!

"FUCK YOU FATSO—"

without a warning she bolted straight to the guy. Though not felt on skin my mind could feel ash smoke trail by each step she got closer to him—

THAAAWWWCCCCKKKKKKKKK!

Everyone who stood with buisness or no buisness in the corridor shot up at the impact.

"HOUUUOLY SHIT BRO"

"WHAT THE FUUU—"

"ON GOD BROOO—THAT WAS BRUTAL—"

"OH MAN—SHE FISTED HIM"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT'S FISTING IS YOU LOOSE-ASS—"

"SHUT UP OR I WILL FIST YOU—"

"AYO—"

                        ***

Principal's office

(The hell they put me here for—there were boys shoutin' 'bout fisting and I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!)

The principal of the school is surprisingly A man with head full of hair and no mustache. Maybe there are people who do standout in different fields.

Blahblahblah

"—And do you understand the risks of—"

"But sir he—"

Do not cut me off girl.

(Damn—he definitely got some spooky shit in that silence)

"—anyways—WHY did you hit the boy?"

(Is this guy deadass for real?)

"—that's what I was 'bout to say—"

"Say it now"

"Uhrm..well the boy pissed me off"

(For fucksake that's NOT a good start)

The principal's jaw...recided inches back as his eyebrows lifted. 

The room reeks of fresh wood one dies to eat but is unable to.

(Don't know—the wood's never this fresh at the home)

"He was...uh—eh—being oversmart—"

"—and you blitz and bashed into him for THAT?"

Yeah.

"What about you boy?"

"Sir. I genuinly don't know why and how I got here."

I see.

"Since its your first day in the premise I am being lenient here—BUT if this comes up again, there are gonna be consequences".

You can take your leave.

(Now that wasn't as hard as I supposed)

                          ***

BRRRRRRINGGGGG!

The bell finally rang, for the day I don't know it went crowded, after the principal office we attended the class, and as said the distance there were nothin' flyin back and forth.

(These lame-ass dudes really be talkin' bout some "they a couple" type crap. That sounds more stressing than scary. Stress is scary)

                          ***

Out of the school finally hittin' the road to home.

Neeta walked beside me as the sun beamed upon everything.

(Hell—a leaf poked me in eye with reflection)

Well as she's here walking beside me, all that she kept stacking were how weird was I at the class.

—PUFFFFTT—

"LikeDuude that girl asked—'you have a pen' AND YOU WERE JUST—HA—OGGLING HER IN THE EYE—"

"The hell were ya even lookin' at me for!"

"The class was boring!—"

"CREEEPY!"

She lightly smacked my shoulder with backhand

"OH SHUTUP—you talk about—WhatWasThat?—yeah—FRENCH-POUND QUART OR SOME SHIT—THAT'S MORE CREEPY YOU WESTERN SPY—"

(How DARE she?!)

"Well that's called 'monumental medja knowledge'—WHICH YOU COMPLETELY LACK—"

"SHUT UP YOU—WANNABE AMERICAN TESTICLE-HEAD"

(she said that shit AGAIN!)

"CAN YOU NOT—"

YES I WILL.

Looking around to see if someone witness this absurd hell of a scene. Thank god no eyes were hovering around here.

(Well who would—under this scorching heat—)

Bushes. A bunch of bushes I saw. Twice or thrice times I assume. Its the gateway to mud.

"Aye its the mud swamp baldy!"

(Damn—I am getting chills on her lookin' there)

There were small pests that ran off the bushes, there was a little wiggle before silence.

(Hope Somethin' like be—)

THWAAAACKKKKKKKKCKCKC

HOLY SHI—