Fall in May

~18~ The Other Lunch

"I like it. It's got that what-a-cruel-world-let's-toss-ourselves-in-the-abyss type ambience."  ~J.D. from Heathers

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Wednesday - September 9th  

So everything was pretty much the same as the day before. Save for May is waiting for me in homeroom to resume our morning repartee during Important Announcements. Butcher glares at Or'sir and repeats the phrase "I don't know" a record amount of times. Which I think also might the answer to where he is planning to hide the mutilated Hobbit corpse more than anything else.

Today in PE with idiots instead of a swim meet, we get a surprise eight-minute mile around the track, just to see who can't run. Seeing I can run the mile in under seven on beach sand, running around a flat track on solid ground is pretty much a no-brainer for me.

Unfortunately for the rest of the freshmeat it's a death sentence, with the exception of the obvious athletes like Acosta and Brother Lee's. The rest of the class are either too small, too weak, or in Sporka's case ...way too rotund to even try to make it around the track on time. Which I am pretty sure is Chad's point, the ol' 'you have a long way to go before you're considered men' in my book ...whatever Chad's book of choice is? 

So Sporka in his infinite wisdom decides to fake a twisted ankle on the first turn and just sit out the rest of the run smiling. Of course, Chad takes malingering move as a personal insult to his manly book. Then makes the poor fat bastard do sit-ups for the entire time we run around in circles until Sporka is ready to pass out.

To be honest, running around in circles is a something I learn to love and loathe at the same time. I love it because running builds up my endurance, and I loathe it because I will always do twice as much as any other kid in my class. As Chad routinely "forgets" to time my mile the first time around. Oddly I think Chad is actually doing me a favor with all this nonsense. Because due to his slightly psychotic nature I will probably end up being in the best shape of my life by Christmas.  

So no thanks to Chad's clock management skills, by the time I shower and change, I am running slightly behind schway'dule for my standing lunch date at the grim spot. I have also made the decision that our lunch spot should probably have a better name besides The Grim Spot. Personally, I think Devil-May-Care Island has a nice ring to it. So by the time I arrive May has already settled in at our spot next to the battle banner and is sitting alone. I also note that she is not looking particularly pleased to be sitting alone and so exposed among the rest of the flocks.

I can barely get out "Hey May" before the Sinister Sister suddenly appears and drops off May's lunch tray down next to her.

"It's Sloppy Joe day, May. Enjoy. Be back at five till."  April instructs and immediately starts to fade away like a shade.

"I will, even though I know you don't mean it."  May sings back so sweetly it stings. "And please try not to get to pregnant ...before de playoffs."

"As if."  April snorts in retort. 

With a whip crack snap of her ponytail, the witch is long gone back to the welcoming arms of her spirit coven. It's starting to seem to me like April's role in our lunch life has been regulated down to that of a highly irritated waitress. Well, save for the obligatory slicing stare she gives me over her shoulder, as she claws and snaps her way along the flocking throng and safely back to the shiney side of the shelter.

"Is she still around?" May frowns around.

"No, Someone's Sister is way gone." I take my seat. "She bolted straight over to the little letter leatherheads with the rest of the future stem cell donor squad."