Mind you, school lets out at 2:25. Mock Trial starts at 3:00. So what to do for the extra thirty minutes before practice?

Well, this was the dilemma that faced me and Sarah yesterday.

"I'm hungry. I didn't eat lunch," I said.

"Yeah...neither did I," she said.

We catch a glance out the window overlooking the street. We see the Dominos.

Kabing!

That was the sound of the wheels in our heads turning and then looking in our purses to see how much money we had. It turns out she had been stashing a fifty dollar bill, and I a twenty, so we decided we could just eat cheesy bread and cinnastix to our hearts' content.

So after school we bust ass across the street (almost getting run over four times, thank you very much, but we made it) and stroll in the Dominos thinking "God, we have all the time in the world to just sit here and eat cheesy bread and get greasy fingers."

WRONG-O. (heh.)

First of all, we couldn't order regular sized sodas. All they had were these huge-ass two liter bottles that were really cheap and we were really dehydrated and WHATEVER we just bought the fucking thing, okay?!

So they give us our Huge-Ass Bottle Of Pop as we wait for our cheesy bread, which we assumed wuold take only a few minutes to make.

WRONG AGAIN.

The stupid fuckers took their sweet-assed time making our cheesy bread. Christ, I expected the cheesy bread to be made of solid gold from the time it took them to make it. But when we got it, and safely crossed the street again (carrying the Huge-Ass Bottle Of Pop, a-thankyou) it was about 2:53. And it wasn't solid gold. It didn't have gold FLAKES in it. Just same old greasy, fattening stuff that took DAMN NEAR FOREVER AND A DAY to make.

Jiminy Jesus.

So, knowing full well that having Dominos on campus wasn't allowed, we ate as fast as we could, pushing piece after piece of slimy, grease-driping bread in our mouths. Now that I think back, it doesn't sound so appetizing. But then again, why do starving people eat their own tongues, hmmm???

However, we weren't sure whether having a two-liter bottle of Coke was allowed or not. We decided that it just HAD to be, because after all, the school has a soda machine anyway, as Sarah pointed out.

"But that only gives you little Cokes," I said.

"So??" she replied.

"Well...we'll just say that we pressed the button and this is what came out. Christ, that would be like putting a giraffe through a small tire, but whatever."

So we decided to hide the Huge-Ass Bottle Of Pop in her locker (becuse mine is on the third floor and hers is on the first) during Mock Trial. Then we could finish it withuot being so fucking rushed.

And in Mock Trial? God, don't even get me started on that. We spent a WHOLE FUCKING HOUR in a screaming fight about whether somebody walked across a wooden board.

WHO THE HELL CARES?! IF IT INCRIMINATES SOMEONE ELSE, THEN TO HELL WITH THEM! ALL WE WANT TO DO IS GET THIS PERSON OFF AND WE DON'T CARE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENS TO THE GODDAMNED WITNESS, GOT IT?!

_{Thank you.}

I was so red-faced it wasn't even funny. My blood pressure shot up like 50 points and I was damn near a heart attack, what with all the grease I had beforehand.

Now that I think about it, we left the Coke in her locker. Shit.

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