Alone In the Middle(Ch.4)

by Dragonfly in World of Books

"Did you get a load of Ann's face? And I think some of that jello got on Anna too."
"When Grace tripped, I thought I'd keel over laughing. She had this terrified look on her face. Like she didn't know she wasn't going to fall."
"All in all, our plan went perfectly! And the food fight started accidentally, and didn't have to do anything with us. We can't get pinned!"

We were on our way to fifth period. It was a little early, but we had to because of the divas and their cronies coming in. I did not want to get sucked into the whole "they're your sisters, stay with us and get her cleaned up" bit and then end up late. So we slipped out pretty quickly. Now, we were discussing what had just happened. But after about three minutes past the bell, we realized that we probably should go back to the cafeteria.

It was still chaos in the cafeteria. Mr.Watson, our principal, was frantically trying to maintain order. Suddenly, he said the words that made everyone freeze. I could barely believe it myself when I heard him say,"We are taking away the Thanksgiving dance."

The Thanksgiving dance is the best dance of year. We can only have four dances a year. The first one is way back in September. It's more like a social. Then there's the Thanksgiving dance. Then the Spring dance and the end of the year dance. The social is pretty dinky, because girls and boys become wallflowers, the Spring dance is a little wild, only about half done, because everyone has these huge ideas and it goes way over the teeny-tiny budget we have. And the end of the year dance? Boring. Nobody wants to hang around school any longer then humanly possible. So it's the Thanksgiving dance that the school is big about. And canceling it, on the day of the dance? Not cool.

Mr.Watson was babbling. "We're already taking down the decorations. There will be no Thanksgiving dance this year. Now I want the people who started this fight." Everyone looked around uneasily. The jock that started it had been Greg Hart. He was the football star. No one ratted out Greg Hart.

Mr.Watson was getting impatient. "Now! Come on, let's go." Suddenly, a scrawny little girl who barely looked like she was old enough to be in fifth grade, let alone seventh, got up and said in a tiny voice,"Grace O'Malley tripped and fell, dumping her food on Ann Jenkins, who got Greg Hart to throw some food at Grace, who ducked. And that's how it started." The cafeteria was silent. Then, Ann and Anna walked through the cafeteria doors. I closed my eyes. If it weren't for that little shrimp, no one would have gotten in trouble. The bell rang. Mr.Watson said,"Ann, Anna, Grace and Greg, please stay behind. Everyone else, you are dismissed."