"Quiet everyone, Etchas down, please. Let Ms Parsltongue finish." The mammoth third hour teacher lifted her proboscis and swayed towards the loud speaker.
Was she pointing? They wondered.
Dicky was too engrossed with his Sketch to notice.
"Mr. Reeper would like to remind all those who haven't turned in their Bowling Score Cards to get them on his desk by Friday. So please don't forget to turn in your bowling scores for qualification to make the final selection. It's our year to rule! Go Team Grim 2012." The loud speaker squealed.
Everyone in the front row screeched and covered their ears.
The boys in the rear held their noses.
The loud speaker jared on, interrupting Mrs. Loxodonta's lecture entitled 'Tabula Rasa Foreordained'. She fained interest and glared at the students sitting in the dark.
Someone farted.
In the back row the 'lopsided face' kid named Rick smirked. Three strikes didn't mean he was out of the race just yet. His most recent turkey outshined that opportunistic Junior Sara Pallid's score.
"And for today's menu," Ms Parsltongue continued, " We'll be serving, Yummy, fresh Heart. For all of you who missed it earlier in the year there will be no hall by-passes issued. HeHeHe, Bon Appetit!"
The wan thin kid named Dick Patronus licked his lips.
Was he the luckiest kid? He thought.
He couldn't wait for Lunch. Heart was his favorite meal next to Soul.
"I was hoping for Turkey Balls." Rick giggled.
Newt snarled and kicked Ricks' chair. He was hoping for a messy gravy and blood pudding.
Rick pretended he couldn't smell it.
to be continued...
© tgwithin 2012
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