"Who do you think you are?"he questioned him."Don't you have sense to feel that I am hurt?"The argument was painted with red hot fury.The air was tensed with angered words.
It all started this morning.The golden sun smiled gently.He looked up.His hair was blown by mid spring cool breeze, while his eyes was bewildered by the unrealistic beauty of the spring sky.The sky was a masterpiece by Picasso.The perfectly shaded differing blue for the the background,with the tender fluffiness of a sheep's wool patching.Varying in shapes the animal,house and boat cotton candies was slowly sailing the ocean blues,while after it collectively curled like the rolls of hay filled with the craftsmanship in green pastures.It wasn't only the eye which was pleased.The harmonious,delightful songs of lovebirds could be heard as they glided the sky.He was on his way to school.There was no better way to start his morning.
'Ringg'.The school bell's vibrant song echoed through out the school.Miraculously,he managed to be there before it even rang.He bashed the door opened,his ears ready to hear the dearest sounds of voices and laughtr.His eyes ready to have a glimpse of the faces of the people he always wants to see.His nose was also ready;the nasty smell of bad breath by one mouth and the minty fresh gum of the other.When finally the door fully swung open,all expectations shattered into millions of pieces.The room was buzzing with a life,it was like a desert in the classroom.The treasured lives he looked forward to,was lost.
With a 'what' expression molded on his face,he thought heavily.Where could they be?He decided to leave his Olympian weight lifting load from his back and find them.In the courtyard?At the staircase?At their secret place?Where were they?With the most depressed impressions of all time,he sluggishly slid his way to the class.
Sitting at his desk,the half past 7 bell rang loudly.Right after,a herd of students flooded the classroom.But he just didn't care anymore."where is the point of school if they're not there?He questioned himself.Then in the corner of his eye,the door seemed to open.Was it?He went to look.As his steps went closer and closer,he heard the familiar voices.Did he?Then once again the door blasted open,this time with the sound of fury."NO!NO!NO!"he heard the yelling.It was his friend Oliver.Who was he shouting at?To his surprise,the cruel words was precisely shot at my friend Chris.Shoving him to the side,continuing the loud argument they walked their way to their seats.
The atmosphere was a living hell.The heat argument of the argument radiating.The punches and kicks were intense.Right after they sat down,they threw their bags to the side.Bulldozing their way to each other,they exchanged looks.Oliver gave the first swing.Dodging the conscious-taking box,Chris replied a kung-fu kick.With his best-friends having a brawl,he couldn't think straight.What should he do?With the condition getting worse by the second,he risked his life.He took the leap of faith.Keeping himself centre,taking in all the blows ,he crashed to the nearby tables.
In a snap,the blowing blizzard calmed."Are u okay?"Oliver said rushing to him for aid.Chris also ran there,worriedly stuttering "oh no..Are...you okay?"Overcoming the great pain he managed to say a query."why were you fighting?"Oliver and Chris exchanged looks,followed by a forced,nervous giggle."Pineapple on a pizza or not...?"
