Stuart glanced curiously at the range of eggs at the Trinity Catholic School salad bar.
"Oh heck!" Stuart exclaimed. Never had he ever seen such a beautiful range of free range eggs.
There were boiled eggs, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, fried eggs, you name it, they had it!
As Stuart was deciding what eggs to get, a mysterious figure crept up behind him.
"Are you getting eggs?"
A trickle of sweat ran down Stuart's head, his heart pounding through his chest.
'Just give me a second', he spluttered, 'Im still choosing !'
The figure breathed down his neck, "You better choose soon, or else. If there aren't any eggs left after this then your going to pay!"
Stuart was quaking in his boots, his salad bowl trembling in his hand. The figure disappeared into thin air, leaving Stuart as a shivering mess. He was panicking now, never had he ever been put under pressure to choose HIS eggs without precision.
He could hear a faint yet deadly voice whisper in his ear, "You have 10 seconds!"
10. That was it. Stuart was not going to be played at his own game!
"Right, you have 10 seconds to reveal who you are. Otherwise Matthew Alton and I will have to put this down as a c3 on SIMS. Maybe even send a letter...HOME".
The voice didn't reply. Stuart smirked. He was victorious!
'My name is Saraci Killa! What you gonna do bout that?" the voice bellowed from behind him.
A vein popped in Stuart's head.
"Chantelle, can I have a word with you outside, just for a quick second?"
Stuart beckoned Chantelle towards the door.
As soon as they stepped out the canteen Stuart said:
"I'm not going to shout but.....
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The end.
