Not so Normal School Day

The bell rang for the fifth time. Lunch hour! Johnathan Roger, a 13 year old boy in the City of Dremel School District, races down the hallway towards the lunchroom, going as fast as he can to avoid those who stop in the middle of the hallway, blocking it from anyone getting past. Unluckily, that already happened, forcing John to wait until the teachers cleared them out of the hallway.

Calmly walking into the lunchroom to avoid getting yelled at to not run, John steps up to see what's being served for lunch today.

"Beheaded Turkey Surprise?" Issac Kleiner, a friend of John says, walking up to inspect this strange food.

"Yeah, I know. And it doesn't even look live a turkey!" John replied back. Sadly, this was true. The "Turkey" didn't even look like an edible food, it looked more like glue.

"Whatever. Lets just get it, I don't want that Magnusson kid to take my lunch money again," Issac said with a sigh. "He's always in a fit because one time Freeman blew up his microwave casserole while he wasn't looking."

John never understood that Freeman kid. He was always so silent, but so devious. He one time threw a spitball the shape of a crowbar at the English teacher and he got suspended for seven days.

"Well, lets go. Umm, lunch lady, the sign doesn't say the price of this. How much is this lunch?" John asked the adult standing at the register, waiting for people to come up.

"Eight dollars, boy," the lunch lady responded.

The price was lower than usual. John took the ten dollar bill from his pocket and put in his pin, 2845. The lunch lady took the ten dollar bill and added it to his lunch account, minus the eight dollars. He sat down at an empty table, waiting for Issac and Freeman to show up. Issac sat down almost a minute John did, but it took Freeman several minutes to show up.

"Gordon, if you don't mind me asking, but where were you all this time?" Issac asked to Gordon.

Gordon simply pointed towards the general direction of where the school office was. "Oh, boy. What did you do this time, Gordon?" John asked with a bit of curiosity and excitement in his voice.

Gordon pointed at the school bully, which had shown up at the same time Gordon did, made a ball shape with his hand, and pretended to toss it. Issac and John nodded, understanding.

"Gordon, I'm sure that one day you're going to be a killer, just watch Issac. Unless we get killed by him," John said with confidence.

"Well, that's a theory I'd rather not test. Now come on, lunch is almost done and we haven't even taken a bite of our... uh... 'Beheaded Turkey Surprise', if I even want to," Issac responded.

The three look down at their lunch, with disgusted looks on their face. "Well, we did pay eight dollars. I guess we shouldn't waste it," John said, picking up his plastic fork. He began to eat, Isaac and Gordon watching in anticipation if he might like it, hate it, or simply puke.

"Psst, Issac. Five dollars on John barfing!" Gordon whispered to Issac.

"Oh, Gordon, you're so immature! Five dollars on him not barfing," Issac responded with a failed attempt  to make a formal voice.

John swallowed and waited for his stomach to react. Satisfied that his stomach won't turn on him, he said, "It tastes like ham but with a texture like rock. What is this?" John said to Issac and Gordon.

Issac and Gordon decided not to eat it, what John had described made the lose their apatite. Heck, the school food always made them lose their apatite.

"Whatever. I'll see what I can do to get a homemade lunch," Issac said, dumping his lunch into the disposal bin, Gordon nodding and faintly saying, "Eight dollars down the drain..."

The bell rung, it was time for science class. Issac always made science interesting, one time he made a robot that ran only on Carbon Dioxide. How he did that, nobody will know.

"Well, seeyah later Gordon," John yelled to Gordon, halfway down the school.

He simply waved a goodbye, and walked into his cooking class. John still won't forget him starting a fire in there...

"Hey, John. This is science hour, not english hour," Issac called to John, making him shake his head and get his bearings again.

John always would daydream and completely miss where he was supposed to go, but he was never diagnosed with ADD or ADHD.

"Whoops, Issac. Good thing you reminded me or else I would have completely made a fool of myself," John replied, walking into the classroom he was supposed to be in.

"Today, class, I'm going to have you build a baking soda volcano," the science teacher said, causing a large "Ooooooooo" to erupt (Volcano puns for the win!) from the class.

Issac had quite a bit of deviousness in him as well. "Psst, John. Look what I got!" Issac whispered to John, slowly pulling a bag of powder out of his pocket. John was about to question if Issac was thinking about taking cocaine, when Issac explained what it was.

"I created a powder that, when put into the baking soda mix in the volcano, causes a great boost in the eruption, making it splatter all over the ceiling!" Issac whispered in excitement. "The janitor is gonna so mad!"

A mischievous grin began to spread across John's face. "Alright, lets do it," John whispered back, not able to wait for the trouble the janitor would have to encounter. Although one thing, though.

"How did you know that the teacher would be having us make baking soda volcanoes?"John asked Issac.

"You mean you weren't listening when the teacher said it yesterday?" Issac responded with a surprised look on his face.

"Well, I guess you're the only one who did listen, because everyone else sounded like they didn't hear it either," John responded.

The teacher set down the body's of the volcanoes on each desk. He gave everyone the needed ingredients, and instead of giving directions to the students by paper, he started up an old tape of some show from PBS Kids that had how to create the volcano. John didn't feel something right about this tape, and then he realized why.

In 1997 when John was little, and his Mom wanted him to watch the PBS Kids channel, he would never forget the most horrific things in his life. Standing there, after each show, or in between them, three little creatures shaped as a "P" stood in a line, shouting, "This is PBS!" Because of this, John had nightmares until he was nine years old.

Returning to now, it was too late before they came on. John had a seizure, twitching and frothing at the mouth, blood coming out of his ears, soon to die of rabies, but only in his mind, that happened. After the little "episode," The instructions came on. Issac staring at John with a bit of concern for his mental stability, secretly switched the baking soda with his mystery powder. John returning from his mind spasm, looked at Issac with excitement. "Ready?" John's heart was pounding not from the horrific things, but what was about to happen with the volcano.

"I've never been as ready as before," Issac replied with just a much excitement as John.

"When everyone else does it." John said, stopping Issac from pouring the ingredients in.

Issac gave John a disappointing look, but understood why.

John waited until the strange creature from the instructions said, "Now, pour it in!"

As everyone else did, so did Issac. Issac and John waited in anticipation, waiting for the chemicals to mix and explode. They did, but not in the way they wanted it too. It did make a giant mess, oh yeah it did, but John and Issac were suddenly flying through a tunnel filled with rapidly changing dark colors.

John could barely hear Issac shout, "Oh no! I think this was the wrong powder!"

And then John lost consciousness.