Juliet, no Romeo.

Cannibals are the Worst.

I don't know why I'm so conflicted all the damn time. One second, I hate love with my entire heart, the next, I want Brayden Sebastian Laurence to once again be my boyfriend for some strange reason, and then the next-next, I want to tell Mr. Spider that we should hang out again. However, was I going to do any of those things except the first? No, never.

Apparently my concussion was so mild that I could already go to school, unfortunately. So I took my seat in my English class and lay my head on my hand, hoping to get through the lesson with no casualties. Mrs. Stamos, once again, continued on about the importance of grammar and listed examples on the whiteboard:
"I like to eat kids."
"I like to eat, kids."
I don't know why she thought that there was any difference in those sentences, because to me, both are saying that they definitely want to eat something—whether it be a child or not.

I peeked over to the desk two seats across from me, expecting to find a certain curly-headed boy there, yet to my dismay, no person inhabited the seat. Or to my pleasure, my mind denied. I wondered what Mr. Spider was up to, though I decided that the most plausible option was that he was eating children.

Before I could prove my theory however, Spider-Boy ran into the room, huffing and puffing.
"Mr. Kook, why are you so late?" Mrs. Stamos interrogated. Montee took a look over at the board, "I was eating children." I was right, I just knew it.
"Very funny, now go take your seat and meet me after class for detention." Mr. Spider walked over to his desk with an overbearing smirk on his face and made chewing animations at his friends. Cannibals, so insufferable.

As a self-appointed herbivore—or vegetarian, I suppose—I decided to not get involved with Mr. Carnivore and at least try to pay attention to the boring-as-fuck lesson. Yet my plans had been foiled once again.
"Hey Sophie!" Mr. Montee-Spider-Cannibal-Carnivore called. Although, as I said before, I did not want to get involved with carnivore simpleton, so I instead just ignored him. Or at least attempted to.

"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie! Over here!" He needed to shut the fuck up before I shoved lettuce down his throat.
"Sophie," he whined, "don't ignore me." And, just by my luck, Mrs. Stamos noticed Montee's not-so-quiet whispering.
"You too, Ms. Hartfeld?" The teacher gasped in shock; I had never gotten in trouble before. "You will also join me for detention with Mr. Kook. Now be quiet!"

Oh my fucking god, cannibals are the worst.