Cookie Run Highschool: Lunch Table Haphazard

Coffee with the Outcasts (PILOT)

On yet another day, when the sun decided to paint everything in a golden glow, the school bell's chime danced through the halls of Parfaedia High School like a catchy tune, announcing the commencement of a brand-new chapter in the teenage saga.

Right at the heart of the bustling campus, a motley crew of fresh-faced rookies and seasoned seniors swarmed into the sprawling lunchroom, their stomachs growling in unison, eager for a mid-day refuel.

And in this grand educational carnival, the ringleader of learning and social shenanigans was none other than Principal Pure Vanilla Cookie, a true maestro steering the ship of academia and camaraderie.

But even with this valiant leadership, there were times when the sneaky tendrils of discontent managed to sneak into the nooks and crannies of Parfaedia High School.

They received the title of Gloomy Cookies, a gang of misfits who either felt like square pegs in round holes or just longed for a moment of peace amidst the whirlwind of hyperactive peers.

Among this eclectic bunch stood Espresso Cookie, a bona fide sorcerer in the realm of creating his own magic, all conjured from the very essence of coffee beans.

Like clockwork, Espresso exuded an air of indifference, his face a canvas that didn't quite host the vibrant strokes of excitement for the impending lunchtime feast.

Well, guess what's cooking? The prime culprit behind this tale of chaos was none other than Madeleine Cookie, the school's reigning popular guru whose audacious escapades were like thorns in Espresso's pastry, much to his irritation.

Day in, day out, like a broken record, he found himself glued to the same lunch table as the ever-present Madeleine.

Surviving the ceaseless onslaught of Madeleine's self-applauding sagas and what one particularly expressive classmate colorfully dubbed as "the most ridiculous amount of narcissism."

But hey, today was a plot twist waiting to unfold.

Espresso had hit his tolerance ceiling, his patience like a stretched rubber band finally snapping.

It was official: he had his fill.

Regardless of the coordinates on the lunchroom map, he was on a mission to launch himself far from the gravitational pull of Madeleine's colossal ego.

In his mind, the very thought of silence seemed as precious as a hidden treasure, a glittering gem amidst the cafeteria cacophony, leagues away from the spectacle that was Madeleine's self-aggrandizing theater.

And so, Espresso's eyes roved the lunchroom, scouring the sea of bustling students for a sanctuary.

Ah, there it was, nestled in the farthest corner like a hidden oasis in a desert of noise.

A table, inhabited by a modest cluster of Cookies, emanated an aura of tranquility and nonchalance.

Without wasting precious seconds on mental debates, Espresso embarked on his covert mission, strolling with calculated nonchalance toward this secluded haven.

And every step of the way, he was playing it cool, ensuring that Madeleine and the rest of the regulars at his usual spot were granted front-row seats to this divergence from the norm.

As he gracefully eased himself into his newfound throne, Espresso let out a sigh that whispered of sweet relief.

It was a chair that seemed to understand him, accommodating his presence like an old friend.

From the depths of his trusty backpack, he unveiled his culinary jackpot - an unassuming plate of Candy Pasta, its royalty showcased by a crown of tangy Sour Jellies.