-where art takes us-

hierarchy of the school canteen

Arriving in the cafeteria hall with my lunch tray I immediately notice the hierarchy and group classifications. Every stereotypical group has been allocated a table. It seems like I don't fit to any of them.

 We have high society aka basketball freaks and their cheers, right behind follows the party itself, the ones who have nothing better to do than look „cool" and drink their brain away on every social occasion. Not to forget the band that Robin told me about... not my jam. They'll only talk about band and that's it because that is the only thing they have in common.

The science club doesn't look too bad. They're not hard to have a conversation with, just too socially awkward but that only means I don't have to talk to them. The downside is I would need to give a reason on why I am sitting there and I have no intention in putting so much effort into a lie, just so they believe me and let me be. So that's also a no.

What else do we have here? Books, Fashion, Drama, Journalism and chess. And the ...hellfire club it seems. At least that's what it says on their shirts. They are basically children and some teens that look like they've been through some shit. At least the windowsill is wide enough for me to squeeze myself on it. So that's what I'm doing heaving myself up there and leaning against the edge of the wall.

Right in front of me are the kids that are into books and fashion and one table to the left is the hellfire club. Everyone talks and chatters. From what I heard of Robin's endless monologue it's like a daily ritual that the hellfire club is fighting with the kids that are obsessed with balls. Yeah, I worded it that way on purpose.

Anyway, their fights are apparently not physically, or at least most of the time. I am excited about their little drama, the more the better. I am already bored to death. Chewing on my apple I notice the two boys from this morning coming this way. I panic unnecessarily only to notice that they are pinning down the hellfire club. I could have noticed that earlier if I just looked at the symbol on their shirts. The devil. Fits to the hopeless dreams of children wishing for a world where they can be heroes and not the ones that get stepped on by society.

Passing by the tables one of the boys falls at the level of the balls table. Mid-flying he throws the lunch tray into the air which lands on the skinny dark haired kid that already hit the ground hard. Poor thing. It's so fucking obvious who is responsible for the crash.

One of the ball guys made him trip. That bitch. Their whole table is laughing and giggling except for one kid. He seems very uncomfortable, tries to look amused but is horribly failing. I'm guessing they're friends but split into different groups. Aww how cute. How long do you think will their friendship last? While analyzing the situation I noticed a long-haired guy left his seat and approaches the crime scene. He walks like on clouds, smooth and bouncy as if the situation didn't face him.

But don't let yourself get fouled... shit is about to get down.

Judging by his behavior he is most certainly the leader of their cute little club. And as expected from a leader he takes care of his subjects. „Hey kid you okay?" he asks the poor puppy that came to terms with laying on the ground. The curlyheaded kid who came with him tries to get the food off of him and nods on his behalf to their leader.

Their guardian angel or more fitting devil turns and jumps in the face of that prick who dared to make his friend trip and fall. The Devil stops himself centimeters away from the bully's visage. They are face to face. The moment he stopped Mister balls gets startled and leans back and loses his balance.

The hellfire leader lunges forward and grabs his collar and holds him diagonally above the ground. Oh how much I love when people use the momentum right. The rest of the hellfire club cheers and screams his name...Eddie interesting. Less devilish than I thought. I don't know I kinda hoped his name would be Lucifer. Ridiculous but fitting.

Eddies cheerleaders stop screaming the moment the head of the athletes stands up and walks up to Eddie probably to kill him judging by the look on his face. He is just pissed that one of his buddies is too weak and scared to represent his good image. When you're rich and popular what else is important than your image and the image of your "friends"... ah right to date the most popular and automatic most stupid girl on Hawkins high.

I am guessing that's blondie in the cheerleader fit with her straight-ass hair in the ponytail on his side pulling him back. At least she knows of the consequences that would occur if they were to fight. Well, Barbie is called Chrissy. That's what her strong gorilla boyfriend called her. I have to admit they fit perfectly together. Almost too perfect so that they look like siblings. I know everyone thinks this way, there is just no way. He is just as blond as her and they have the same look of "hey I am rich, pretty and my IQ is as high as the one of a dog that made an acquaintance with a light post.". With so much drama I wish I had some tea on hand.

I didn't even finish my lunch, I was just so captivated by the performance. And I shouldn't have any more time because the school bell rings and the masse dissolves and spreads in every direction to get to their classes.