Lunch

School Cafeterias. The only place where you are forced to take a certain amount of food, and any food not eaten, is thrown. A place where, if you are not at war, you are going to war. A place of madness and excitement. But most of all, random games involving shouting inappropriate words.


That was one fateful day when I was challenged to play the Penis Game with the loudest person in our school. (The game where you repeatably shout penis louder and louder) Well, that isn't the best idea, but I figured why not.

It started out plain and innocent. It started fun. But later it became a war. A battle, madness (Sparta), something would explode. Little did I know it was my eardrums.


The battle went on, getting louder and louder. First Graders walked in for their lunch. The stakes were higher. It was my turn. I yelled it loud. It was drowned out by a large chip bag being sat on. Lucky me.

It was his turn, I had won, their was no way he could top that. Then, suddenly, he erupted in an ear shattering blast heard round the world then back again. All the First Graders, were exposed mentally, to the word.

That's about when everyone glared at him. Everyone at our table was cracking up. It was hilarious, even the first graders were amazed. He was repeatedly scolded by teachers.However it got better, he had to go to the detention room. It was the funniest thing to hit the lunch room that day! (However it was quickly passed up by a grape nailing a teacher square in the chest)

My joy was quickly taken away when he said the worst words I had ever heard.