The Eternal Triangle

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Hey guys sooo, I may have sort of - kind of - maybe postedthisstoryinthewrongordersoimfixingitnow. My bad I've been sorta out of it all week (and maybe month lol) but i have it in order now (hopefully.) Once again sorry about that. Please enjoy :) . . . Oh wait. Guess who's network isn't working? If you said Riley's, you'd be incorrect! It's mine. Like all I want to do is make this freaking book flow like it should but, OH NO. Never. Geez, I apologize for the inconvenience.

We came out of the conference room and leisurely walked toward the exit. We spotted Branson covered in dried food.His hair was matted and there were streaks of yellow on his cheeks - no doubt it was mustard. Well at least I hoped it was mustard. "I'm gonna go talk to him," April said. "You guys go ahead without me." Kayla and I nodded.

The five of us slowly walked through the halls in an awkward silence. I started to hum one of my favorite lullabies. Why a lullaby you ask? Because I do akward things in akward situations.Kayla caught on and gave me a sideways glance, but once she figured out what the song was she began humming along with me. Gosh I love my friends. When I'm an awkward person they get awkward with me so I'm not akward anymore.

"Can you not?" Corbin's deep voice questioned in annoyance. I glanced over my shoulder. He and the others were walking behind us.

"'Can I not', what?" I asked. "Can you not hum. Its annoying." Wow, everything we do seems to annoy this guy. Oh, well doesn't bother me none. If we're as annoying as he thinks we are I'd hate to see what he would say when we were being annoying.

"Hmm," I hummed pretending to think it over. "No," I deadpaned and turned back to face the front as we walked through the cafeteria doors. I stopped though, once I saw the damage.

"Ah, pooditl," I huffed. There was food everywhere. On the walls and on the floor.We had to be mindful of where we stepped just so we wouldn't slip on anything. The tables had been wiped off and put up. It was just the floors and the walls that had to be cleaned now. How nice. They at least had the decency to put the tables up. They have my undying gratitude. I need to tone down the sarcasm. . . Ha! I'm so funny sometimes, like that's gonna happen.

"How did that even happen!?" Kayla exclaimed from beside me, looking upward. I followed her line of sight and saw that there was food hanging on the ceiling. And now the ceiling. My brain corrected my earlier statement.

"You think someone did that on purpose?" Adrian's voice said from my left. I nodded. "Most likely," I sighed. "How are we gonna get that if we're all the way down here, and it's all the way up there?" Rea asked.

"Ah," I claped my hands together turning around to face him. "Thank you for volunteering. The answer to your question is simple, young one." They all looked at me with confusion written on their features. "Get a ladder." I put five fingers to my head and made an explosion noise to represent the 'mind. . . Blown' motion. He gave me a flat look. "Where am I supposed to get a ladder from?"

I pointed to a wall to my right. Everyone's eyes followed. And there, in all its rusty glory, stood a yellow ladder. "Tada," I said doing jazz hands. He gave me an irritated look. I did an exaggerated curtsy. "You're welcome," I acknowledge his overwhelming amount of gratitude and strolled over to the scrapers and buckets in the middle of the room. Everyone taking that as their cue to start cleaning. Rea grumbling about how he didn't sign up for this.

"Look on the bright side,Rea," Adrian said picking up his bucket and scraper. "How many people get to tell their grandchildren that they started an epic food fight, got detention for two weeks, and got to scrape food off the ceiling of their school cafeteria?" He sat his bucket down infront of his wall then whipped around to face Rea. "Not many, I'll tell ya that." Rea puffed out his cheeks then released the air in them, moving his lips like a horse. "I guess you're right," he gave a small smile. "Thanks, man."

Adrian winked, did that gun point thing and made a clicking noise. "No problem."

Just then April and Branson walked in. "What'd we miss?" They asked. They looked at each other then rolled their eyes. "You can either grab a bucket or park it somewhere and play video games on your phone. Which do you want?" He pointed to a secluded area in the corner. "That's what I thought," April mumbled as she walked to the center of the room to claim her bucket.

I had alredy called the wall closest to me and began scraping from the middle. The spaghetti made a squish noise as it separated itself from the wall and fell limply into the bucket with a splat! "This is so gross," I grimaced as I repeated the motion again. I did it again and again until I got into a rythm. The sounds of scraping and squishing filled the room, no one speaking as we had nothing to say.

A moment of silence ensued until. . .

"Ah, come on!" I looked up at the sound of Rea's distressed shout as did everyone else. At the moment I saw his face covered in potatoes I barked out a laugh. April and the others seemed to find it as funny as I had and laughed along. Rea wiped the potatoes out of his eyes and slung what was on his hands down to the ground. "I quite like that look on you, Rea." April commented. "Yeah," I agreed turning back to my scraping. "It distracts me from your face."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe," he said not sounding amused in the slightest.

After that little incident all went silent and the sound of scraping filled the room again.

Scrape, scrape, splat!

Scrape, scrape, splat!

I huffed. Why did Kayla have to shout 'food fight'? Couldn't she have just thrown the food in Corbin's face and walked away?

I know that we would have gotten in trouble any way. I mean we did throw food at people on purpose. But did she really have to get the whole cafeteria to throw food?

I glanced up when I noticed Branson walking out of the cafeteria. "Hey ,grace?" Corbin addressed. "What?" She snapped. She had her back to the cafeteria doors so she didn't see her brother stroll through them and out of sight.

"Your brother just left."

"What," her head whipped around to look at the spot he had occupied to see his back pack there but not him. "And you didn't stop him?" She questioned angered by the news. "He's not my problem," he shrugged.

Just then we heard the beep that signaled that their was someone on the intercom. "Hey guys? Is two thousands hits okay with you?" Branson's voice crackled through.

"Branson lee, what do you think you're doing?" April shouted at the intercom. I could just imagine him rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna play you guys some tunes. What does it sound like I'm doing? Now," he said sounding slightly impatient. "Is two thousands hits okay with everyone?" April heaved an exasperated sigh, but nodded and joined the chorus of 'Yeah's and 'yes's. "Okay, I'll be back down in a minute," there was some shuffling around then there was the sound of an acoustic guitar. Idfc by bear acoustic version started playing through the speakers that were hung up in the cafeteria. Not out of the intercom - those are separate.

"Yes, this my jam," I said as I got back to work, singing along, April and Kayla doing the same. Branson came back a little while after that.

"How did you even get us music without anyone seeing you?" Rea asked as he climbed down from the ladder. "Oh," Branson shrugged. I broke out in a nervous sweat. Don't blow it kid. Come up with something believable but not over the top. That's the motto.

"The principal and the secretary were in his office talking with eachother." He shrugged again walking to his corner at the back of the room, his back turned to us. "Must have been something serious. The curtains were drawn and everything." He concluded as he sat down and picked up his phone. I shared a look with Adrian who was to my left, then I looked at Kayla who was looking at me and everybody else to see if we were all thinking the same thing.

We were.

Branson looked up at us noticing how we hadn't resumed our scrape and splat routine. "What?" He questioned with innocence. We shook our heads. "Nothing, kid go back to doin' what you were doin'." Rea advised. "And thanks for the music."

Branson gave a cheeky smile, proud of himself. "No problem."