Strings

-Chapter 4: Lunch Time-

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Thanks. Aight Peace.

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"Ahhhh, finally! I am so happy, Mr. Griffin forgot our Math homework!  But I mean all that work got me starving, I need to eat."

We were on our way to the cafeteria. Summer, Chriss and I.
The cafeteria now was in eyes' view.

"Shh!! Pipe down, Summer." Chriss signalled to her, placing his index finger on his mouth as he did the shhhh.

"Umm guys, do you guys hear that noise?" Summer said, pointing to the cafeteria.

Immediately she said that, Chriss took off running towards it.
The reason still unknown.

Now that I think about it though, today is a Friday, right? And the dining supervisor called in sick today. So that only meant that...

I couldn't finish my thoughts as Chriss barged in head first [not literally] into the cafeteria.

Inside it were a group of tables, each table provided with enough seating room for six people; three on each side.

The building had only one floor, that floor occupied by thirty tables with fifteen on each side, leaving enough for a line to form ending at the table - located at the far end of the floor - where food was served.

I took one moment to look at Chriss' face and it was livid.

"AYYYY, Zach. Look over there, where the boys are. They prolly rapping now. That means today is Freeestyle Friday!"

"Ok? You don't even know how to rap?"

"I don't matter, my [redacted]. Imma pop in and drop some lines!"

Yes, today was Freeestyle Friday, (with three 'e's, yes I know). This occasion only happened in a perfect combination of scenarios.

Firstly, the dining supervisor called in sick. Then, someone (there is always a someone) smuggles his\her phone and a speaker.

But mainly, it must be a Friday. Must. This is because the Teachers always have a round-up meeting on Friday, so supervision and law enforcement is at a low. That is, unless Cook Martha sells the students out; but it won't happen if you keep your voice down.

As tradition, we number these Fridays in Roman numerals; the best so far being Friday VII, which happened 3 years ago.

I wasn't there when it happened, though, but I saw it on Don's channel on YouTube. (Don is that guy. He brings the speaker, (normally) makes the beat for it, films the freestyle and uploads it on this channel in Roman numerals like III, sort of like Cole Bennett)

So you now you can see why Freestyle Friday was popular.

As Chriss rushes ahead of us, Summer spoke to me.

"Today will make it Friday XVI, right?"

I nodded in response.

As we approached the boys, I realized that the boys made a circle near the back of the cafeteria. Most of them were black like, 75% of them.

The beat has a fast tempo and it seemed like someone was already rapping.

It was Chriss.

Ok, ok, umm,
I'm freestyling, like I'm swimming,
I read papers that are published,
And I spend money on pendants?

"BOOOOOOOO!" The crowd shouted.

"Ayy, I don't matter since imma be in the video anyways. Anybody next?"

"Umm, I'll go next. Restart the beat."

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