Phantom Thunder

Chapter 21

Sunday morning I was awoken by the bell. I was still tired and sore from Friday's challenger, and maybe I'd taken a few too many sips of alcohol the night before. Whatever. It was worth it.

Nevertheless, I rolled out of bed and dragged myself to the washroom. I washed my face, changed and brushed my teeth. By the time I walked back into the busy dorm, I felt rejuvenated. I went down to breakfast, and Lilian joined me. We stop to bang politely on the boy's door, and commandeered three zombies on the way down to breakfast.

We stuffed ourselves, and then we decided to have a chocolate croissant eating contest. Lilian opted out, but I shrugged and joined the boys in towering plates high with the things.

Rules were simple. Whoever could eat the most without forfeiting, or throwing up, would win.

Lilian wrinkled her nose. "I don't think puking in the dining hall would be very appreciated."

I looked around. There were a few groups scattered around the tables, but the majority of the Academy kids had already eaten.

Seth shrugged and Lilian scooted away. Blake laughed. "Let's just go" he said.

"Sooo no rules?" Spark asked.

Blake shoved a croissant into his mouth. That seamed to start the competition, and the other three of us began frantically eating.

I wasn't sure what the point was. We didn't have a time limit, or an amount that we needed to eat to win. We also weren't allowed to throw up, and I had a feeling that when it came down to the last two, neither one would forfeit. I guess the point was to have fun, to the breakfast clearly resulted in success.

I ate a good pile before I picked up my napkin and brushed my face. I couldn't eat a single crumb more, and if I literally exploded I would not have been shocked.

Spark opted out next. Lilian then decided to make a rule to break up the eternal stalemate between Seth and Blake's appetites.

"I think the rules of the competition should be that when the third person forfeits, at that moment, or the remaining two, whoever has consumed the most wins."

Seth looked up with his cheeks full like a squirrel and made an inaudible noise that probably would've been a complaint 'whaat?!' If his tongue hadn't been restricted my the croissant in his mouth. Blake threw his hands up in the air, champion by two.

"That's not fair!" Seth protested after he finished the croissant he was eating. "I didn't know the rules! I call for a rematch!"

"No!" Spark, Lilian, Blake and I said all at the same time. He groaned. "Fine."

We were all to stuffed to have any motivation to move, so we stayed at the table and joked around. We began throwing food up in the air, and catching it in our mouths.

Soon we were all standing up and moving to catch the food tossed up by someone else. It morphed in to a crazy game where one of us would throw something into the air, and everyone else would try to catch it. The person that caught it would then throw the next thing. We got a few weird looks from the other small group still in the dining hall, but we ignored them.

It ended up becoming quite aggressive as people knocked each other out of the way to catch whatever was falling from the sky.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but we were the only ones in the hall when a trainer entered through the side door behind the head table. We all froze, looked around at the mess we'd made, and then bolted people the adult even realized we were there. Laughing, we stumbled through the door and broke into a sprint towards the forest, laughing and tripping.