Before I could make it past the creaky doors, hardly clinging onto the hinges, someone had rushed past me, nearly knocking me down. I had to clutch to the mistreated door for mercy, watching this girl haul all the way down and into the courtyard before jumping onto someone’s back. They had landed on the ground in a tangle of limbs, an inhuman screech bellowing from her lips. The whole school seemed silent for a moment before a huge crowd surrounded the two, the macaws the school owned screeching along with us. “Fight, fight, fight!” The crowd roared, although the words were pointless. Couldn’t they see they already were? They were writhing on the ground, seeming as if they were in the midst of a seizure or a stroke. The fight continued for a straight five minutes, the school turning into a mosh pit with me in the front row. If I wasn’t careful, I would’ve been pushed in with the preteens biting and scratching at each other, momentarily turning into demonic house cats. Fur was flying, tails …show more content…
The green beans on his plastic spork waved around as he tried flinging them across the room, cursing under his breath each time it didn’t make the target. “Kobe- truth or dare?” It was an innocent question, but I had a good one this time. This was the first time he had the cheez-it party mix, and I knew what he could do with it. After all, I witnessed all sorts of things at school- and this was not one I could turn down. “Dare.” The answer had been expected, too. I took his bag, against his protests and whines, and smashed it beneath my hands, tossing it back over afterwards. “I dare you to make it a powder and then snort it. With the red straw. All of it.” I hadn’t expected him to oblige, but he had. The first line was set up on the glossy table, his nostrils slightly flared as he closed his eyes. His parents were already disappointed in him for licking the hand rail last week, so there was nothing to lose here. The second he had started to snort the mixture, his eyes scrunched up, but he didn’t stop until he finished. The whole table had fallen silent except for his hacking, tears welling up in his eyes before he gave a thumbs up to show he wasn’t dying. At least, not yet. Without another word, he had done another line- and another, letting out whimpers of pain every now and then. We were all astonished, wondering how in the world he had the willpower to go through such