~Attractions~ (An Inanimate Insanity AU)

8: The Story is Revealed

Knife's POV:

It was the next day, and I was looking up at the bulletin board, where the new football team players were announced, listed in alphabetical order. I kept scanning the paper over and over again, not believing my eyes.

STUDENTS IN OBJECTIONABLE HIGH FOOTBALL TEAM:

I scrolled down the list, where my name was.

Knife.

I pumped my fist into the air, whooping. Pickle, who was behind me, snorted. "Seriously? Did it really take you three whole minutes to notice you were on the team?"

"Shut up." I said, punching him in the shoulder softly. We then headed off to lunch together. The announcements for the football team were scheduled to be posted before lunch started. We found OJ and Paper standing next to the cafeteria doors, waiting for us. "Knife! Did you get in?" Paper asked. Me and Pickle both nodded. Pickle snorted before adding. "Yeah, and it took three minutes for Mr. Tough Guy to realize." I hit him in the shoulder again.

"Come on, you guys, let's get good seats! I am not sitting at that spot near the window again." OJ declared, pushing us all in. However, there was someone trying to get out of the cafeteria, so we knocked into them. Hard.

We all fell to the ground, except OJ, who looked at the scene with a hand over his mouth. "Oh, shoot...whoops..."

"Ow, OJ, don't push us so hard again, look what you did!" Pickle sighed, helping up the person we knocked into. They had short yellow-ish hair, green and red hair clips in their hair, and a small black bowtie on their yellow suit (the bowtie literally gives the person away, any guesses, folks?).

"Thank you..." The person said. I was shocked by their strong British accent (also gives them away...again, any guesses?). "Have any of you seen a girl with a black curly bun and a black jacket? I would tell you what the rest of their clothes look like but I'm in a sort of a hurry." They asked.

Pickle was dumbfounded. "Uh...no, not that I know of. What's your name?"

"Taco. Now, if you'll excuse me..." She shoved through OJ, almost knocking him to the ground, exiting the cafeteria. I watched her leave, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What's she in a hurry for? It's lunch! For the entire school! She hasn't got any classes!"

"Come on, Knife, she's probably trying to meet up with a friend somewhere before lunch is over. Why else would she ask us if we've seen someone?" Paper reassured me, dragging me towards a table in the middle of the room. OJ sighed in relief. "Good, so no window seat. Seriously, that was a nightmare." He said, sitting down. The window seat, or rather as people call it, "The Nightmare Seat," was a table near a window, of course, but not just any window. Where we lived, we usually got a ton of wind, so if someone were to sit there with a lunch tray, all of their food would be blown to the ground. And since that window was always open with no chance of being closed, the unluckiest students would suffer hell.

I grabbed my paper lunch bag, taking out...a sandwich. With a note from my mother.

"Oh, Knife, what's this I see?" Pickle taunted, ripping the note off the sandwich wrapping. "Hey, give me that—" I yelled, but it was too late. He'd already seen the little love heart my mother drew. He burst out laughing. A loud, mad cackle that the whole lunchroom would probably hear if he didn't shut up in the next few seconds.

"No, Pickle, shut up! Give it—" I argued, snatching the note from Pickle. OJ and Paper were confused. As usual. Pickle had stopped laughing, but he had a small smirk on his face. "You better wipe that grin off your face before I do it for you, Pickle, I swear to god." I threatened, but I was chuckling too.