Meat

G.S.E-ing

I was sitting with my friends Nate and Laurie at lunch. "Hey, what's a G.S.E?" Nate asked. Me and Laurie explained to him what it is. Then he got the idea and started brainstorming. We thought about doing a bear with all three of us kinda playing with it. We all started drawing on the same page.

Then of course Rochelle had to walk over. She's my arch enemy. She even brought her freaking entourage-posse thing with her. Rochelle usually calls me celery or broccoli for no reason, but I kinda know why.

"What are you losers doing?" she asked. "What are you losers doing?" Laurie shot back. Rochelle snatched up the G.S.E and my reflexes didn't want her to see that. So they made me stand up and slap her by accident. It felt good doing that, actually. She rubbed her cheek and threw down the G.S.E.

"Where the heck did that come from?" Nate asked. I shrugged. "Blame it on my reflexes. They work faster than my brain sometimes," I said. "It's surprising she didn't give me a slap back." 

Then we all went back to the G.S.E. We got half of the bear, Nate on the right, and me on the left. "Okay! This is looking good," Laurie said. "I think we're done for the d

Then she got out her bacon. I wish I could have some bacon...or just meat in general. "Hey Sam, wanna try some bacon?" she asked. I nearly nodded but I shook my head. "You know my mom won't let me," I said. "Well your mom's not here, is she?" she asked. I shook my head again. Laurie then handed me a piece of bacon.

I can't believe I actually bit it. It tasted delicious. "Let's hope we don't have to feel the wrath of your mom as well," Nate said. He was right. If she doesn't know where the meat came from, she'll automatically question my friends.