Today was looking to be a pretty normal school day. Math, Advisement, Biology, all the boring stuff. Little did I know that my day was going to be turned right around at lunch.
INITIATE STORY SEQUENCE:The cast is as follows:-Me-Friend A-Friend B-Freshman n00b-Other random peopleOk: Every other day at lunch, me and my friends sit at the same table. Every time. It's like an unwritten law. Well today, some freshman(Freshman n00b) decided to break the sacred law. He sat in Friend A's seat, right across the table from me. Me and Friend B, as well as others at the table clearly warned him that he was making a massive error in his judgment. He ignored us. Friend A was still in the lunch line. We kept warning Freshman n00b, who kept ignoring us.Friend A is coming to the table. He stops at his usual seat and speaks to Freshman n00b.Friend A: Get out of my seat.n00b: No.Friend A: (growls a bit) Get out of my seat.n00b: Is this seat reserved for you? No.Friend A: (sets down lunch tray) Yeah, actually. Get. Out. Of. My. Seat.n00b: (continues to detest) (meanwhile, me and Friend B are sitting back in our seats, aware of the impending carnage about to unfold.)Friend A: GET THE F*** OUT OF MY SEAT!!!Friend A grabs n00b my the throat with his left hand, and with incredible ease slams him into the support column behind our table. n00b stumbles back, attempts to punch Friend A, misses by a large measurement. Friend A cocks back fist, gives n00b a staredown and charges forward. Some more struggling ensues, then lunch monitors give a yell. n00b retreats, Friend A comes back to table and sits down as if nothing happened.Friend A: Godamn freshman need to stay the hell out of my seat. (Continues on…)Me and Friend B exchange both terrified and hysterical looks, return to eating lunch.THE END.
dat wuz funneh
Freshmen are such dummies. Look out, he and all his little freshmen freinds are going to sit at your table tomorrow…
lol, nice story. Need some entertainment. I can see that all happening.
XD My school doesn't have that "freshman" stuff. Hell, I don't even know what that is. Although no one likes the new people to the school, the grade eights. Many of them think they're extremely cool or something.
Nice story. I doubt it happened though. Its way too fictional. But it sounds like friend B gets all the ladies and is the coolest. I wish i could be as cool as Friend B.
actually it's pretty realistic seeing how lunch monitors don't give a crap 99% of the time…
Staircase, you really have no right judging my reliability. I believe you were the one who claimed to have friends, and I later found out that they were in fact old tube socks you found in the street.
Mike i think YOU are the freshman n00b. And you just wish you had friends
Staircase, once again your lack of human companionship has made you bitter and dead inside. I recommend getting out more and meeting people.
… okay, sorry Mike. I would just like to bring up one point though. Have you ever considered that friend B may actully be cooler than you? More poppular? Smarter?
I think he is…