The Afternoon tea club: 2014 #WATTYS2014

Adventure No. 2

Adventure No. 2 written by @lucindalaflaga

Starring @Shellythefairy

With a lazy smile on my face, I exit the maths classroom. We just had a maths test and I'm pretty sure I aced it. I pick up my schoolbag and laptop and begin to walk away. It is morning tea time, after all. I start chatting to Jade, Susie and Vine as we head towards the dining room, but all of a sudden there are running footsteps and a cry from behind me.

“Ciiiiiiiindaaaaaaaaa!” I am ambushed from behind and find myself turning to comfort a redheaded girl who is inexplicably whimpering beside me. I laugh.

“What's the matter, Shelly? What did math do this time?” I ask. This tends to happen at the end of most maths lessons. She seems to think that maths has a personal vendetta against her.

She looks up and says, pouting. “Math is mean. Math sucks. Math hates me, Cinda! Boo boo.” She straightens and her mournful expression changes into a mischievous grin. “Hey. Hey Cinda, guess what. On the math test, it said to find angle TSP, so I drew a teaspoon. Get it? Get it? Cause tsp means teaspoon!” Together we cackle like maniacs at the thought of the maths teachers puzzling over the inexplicable appearance of cutlery on a test paper.

We laugh so weirdly and end up rolling on the floor of the corridor outside the maths classrooms. Finally, after receiving weird looks from nearly everybody passing, we calm down and head towards muffin deliciousness. This is our Thursday ritual – muffin day is sacred in our circle.

Collecting our first round of muffins, we sigh with happiness at the taste of a good muffin, and then we laugh at the word 'happiness'. If you don't get that now, you probably never will. We sit at one of the crowded tables and scoff our first muffins. Friends come and go, conversations start and cease among the crowds of the dining room. Someone is talking to me, but I don't even think I was listening when they started talking, let alone five minutes later. My eyes catch Shelly's from opposite the table and we nod seriously at each other. We both know what time it is – it's seconds time.

Soon, exiting the kitchen door for the second time, we are biting into our second round of muffins. “Mmmmm.” Shelly says. “I love our once a week pig-out Thursdays.”

“I'm pretty sure it was pig-out Wednesday yesterday.” I laugh. “And pig-out Tuesday the day before that.” I suddenly receive a kick to the shin. “Ow!” I exclaim. “What was that for?”

“You do not question my authority over this dining room. If I say it is pig-out Thursday, then all manner of creatures shall bend to my will and make it happen with no questions asked. Even if it's a Monday.” We laugh again, and by then we are both finished our second muffins. It is time for thirds, but Shelly holds back. “Cinda....Can't you just get one for me? The kitchen lady has it out for me ever since I took two that time.”

I sigh. “Fine, fine. I'll look like a fatty and get two muffins. But you owe me.” I turn to get my third only to realise that a teacher is guarding the door to the kitchen, turning away people who are asking for seconds. Never mind that we'd already had seconds. Hmmm... this made everything more difficult. I was going to have to be extra sneaky.

It's not like the teacher could have physically stopped us. With her fat arse, I doubt she's ever chased anyone in her life. I tell Shelly this, and she snorts. I have to sneak in through the exit door when she's not looking, but I come out bearing two more delicious muffins. I hand one to Shelly, and we begin to eat. Shelly takes off the paper covering of the muffin, only to find that this muffin has a double-layered paper covering. We crack up again, laughing that it was actually the kitchen lady's devious plan to stop Shelly. We imagine her putting this second covering on, saying this should slow them down. Not even close, kitchen  lady. Not even close.