Bob sat at the lunch table, staring intently at his rectangular piece of MUHS cheese pizza, marveling at its mediocrity. The table itself also impressed him with its fake wood grain formica finish and chemical smell. He passed a sheet of paper across the table to Erik, who was sipping a small carton of chocolate milk. Erik read the paper and smiled only slightly, an eyebrow raising in reflection and inspiration. He picked up his pen and began to write excitedly.
Up walked Jeremy Smith and Matt Moriarty.
"Hey Bob, Hey Erik," said Moriarty, sitting next to Erik, while Smith sat next to Bob, "we're going to watch videos tonight at my house. I think I'll rent some Monty Python, and maybe that new Wes Craven movie. Wanna come over?"
Erik finished writing his sentences and passed the paper back to Bob.
"I have to finish something for French class but yeah," replied Erik.
Bob was watching the butt of some hoodlum's girlfriend who was sporting a brand new Jon Bon Jovi t-shirt like every other hood that had gone to Hara Arena the night before to see Bon Jovi. He finished his lascivious gaze and chimed in:
"I'll be there too. We should get Night Breed, definitely. It is a surreal masterpiece. Kinda like this pizza!" He took a bite and smiled, reading Erik's sentences and chuckling.
Jeremy Smith had turned his pizza into a puppet and was putting on a show for the rest of the group as Mr. Lendenski strolled by. The stout principal was unimpressed by the puppetry and told Jeremy to please eat his food and not play with it.
Suddenly, the Universe ended. Bob was bummed because he didn't get to write another sentence.
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