Unfortunate Fortunes |✧˖| [Michael Afton × GN Reader]

[16] Problems And Solutions

| Date : March· 25 · 80 | 12:04 PM | Michael's Pov:

I looked ahead at the teacher, eating a thick sandwich. Some students were giggling at her, whispering to each other. I ignored them regardless, watching as my friends came in to sit at my table. Y/N stared at the kids who were making fun of the teacher.

"Are they laughing at her?" They asked, tensing up. Taylor hummed in agreement. She pulled out a green box from her lunchbox. "Judy made me some fried chicken and rice. You guys want some? There's some pizza too, she got it from Freddy's." She said, putting the boxes in the middle. Jeremy and Y/N shook their heads, but I took a leg and put it on my tray.

I took a bite out of the chicken, my eyes practically gaining stars. "It's good, thanks!" I giggled, wolfing down the rest. I heard another laugh however, causing me to turn. Some kid was snickering at us, but looked at Taylor specifically. "Look, she's eating fried chicken!" They quickly turned around. 

Taylor let her head hang low, covering her lunch. "No wonder she's so dark! She probably doesn't have anything else to eat." They continued, making me feel a newfound anger.  I stepped up to them, tapping one of their shoulders. "Hey, you." I scowled, catching her attention. That girl Lucy from that ballet class my mother used to go to. Her skin was pale, having strawberry blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Oh, Michael! Hey there, you wanna eat with us?" She said, keeping an innocent tone. I nodded, sitting down, but raised my hand and let it come down on her face. The side of her cheek was red, and I watched as tears stung her eyes. "You.. How dare you!" Lucy screamed, taking her plate and throwing it at me.

Spaghetti dripped down my shirt, the sauce staining my face like blood. I was about to grab an apple, but suddenly an open water bottle flew towards Lucy, drenching her dark purple shirt. I turned around to see Jeremy tossing an apple up and down, his other hand clenched.

"You don't have the right to act so innocent after being racist, Lucille!" Jeremy barked at her. Hearing her actual name pissed her off. "Excuse me?" She asked him, but was hit in the head by the apple. A kid from the table next to us raised up from his seat, snickering.

"Food Fight!!"

I felt a sandwich hit my shoulder, making me stumble back to Jeremy. He caught me quickly, looking at the group of dolls. "You're all heathens!" A blonde girl yelped, running with Lucy and her other scamps. I watched them as fruits and varieties of food and snacks glided across the sky and the pavement. However, I saw the principal stop the three. 

"If I call your name, you will come with me at once." He shot, walking to the center of the grounds. He looked at the three girls, and then at us. "Lucy Ortega, Amber Salvador, Jenny Sylas.." He started, looking around the room for who was instigating everything. He walked to two boys on the table next to us, one of them holding a milk carton.