Found You

"It was lunch time. I sat across from Marcus, my hench-guy. We were sitting at the loner table - which Mark explained as the 'to-cool-for-you' table, but in reality it was the 'unpopular' table. A food fight raged around us, and I dodged a missile of mashed-potatoes. The place was insane, kids jumping on the tables and screaming happily. Of course, we all knew that would end when you barged in. Me and Mark were trying to avoid detention, not getting involved. But, of course, it wasn't our fault that pink icecream landed in Mark's hair. We couln't help but fight back, no guy should be forced to endure that punishment! We were ninjas, dodging and fighting back. We had to, ma'am, it wasn't even our choice!" Normal stated, putting on his best face for the head mistress. "And I'm supposed to believe this?" The head asked, "Not really, you don't have to believe anything... as long as you go easy on us." Mark said, grinning.