The lunchroom was chaos. The sounds of trays clattering, the hum of chatter, and the occasional squeal from the table near the windows where someone was undoubtedly throwing a chicken nugget.
The MC sat at their usual table, notebook open and ready to write, as they surveyed the scene.
"Did you hear about the rumor?" Milo whispered dramatically, pushing up their glasses as they plopped down next to the MC. "Apparently, someone's planning to bring a live chicken to school tomorrow."
The MC quickly scribbled:
"Why?"
Milo looked thoughtful. "No idea. But I'm so curious. Who needs a chicken in the lunchroom? What is this, a farm?" They shook their head in mock disbelief. "And why hasn't anyone brought a goat yet?"
The MC shrugged, still scribbling. It was probably just another weird lunchroom rumor. The real problem, however, was across the room.
"Julian," the MC wrote, their pen hovering in the air. "Are you actually going to eat that?"
Julian, who had arrived late as usual, was seated at a nearby table with what looked like an entire tray of desserts stacked in front of them—cakes, cupcakes, and something that suspiciously resembled an entire pie.
"Don't judge me," Julian said, as if sensing the MC's silent question. "I'm on a sugar cleanse. It's very... very important for my artistic process."
The MC quickly scribbled:
"That's not a cleanse. That's a sugar coma."
Julian winked. "Same thing."
Luca appeared from nowhere, leaning on the back of the chair, smirking. "A sugar coma, huh? I think it's more like a food fight waiting to happen."
As if on cue, a stray cupcake flew through the air, hitting the wall beside their table. It had been launched from across the room, no doubt by someone who thought the lunchroom was a battleground.
"Well, now I'm curious," Luca said, eyes gleaming. "What if we start the world's greatest food fight?"
The MC shook their head, scribbling:
"Please, not today. We'll all get detention."
Luca grinned wider. "Detention is just another way to spend time with you guys."
Milo joined in, offering a piece of chicken nugget wisdom. "Did you know that the first food fight on record was in 1447 at a French banquet?" they said, without missing a beat. "And it involved... soup."
Julian dramatically gasped. "Soup? The audacity!"
The MC watched the table go into full chaos mode, feeling strangely like the eye of the storm. Somewhere between the gossip, the pie in Julian's hand, and the looming threat of a lunchroom disaster, they thought they might actually enjoy this. At least until the teacher came in and started shouting.
But for now, the MC wrote:
"This is a disaster, but a funny one."