Yogurt

Well this doesn't exactly happen every day.

Like lots of stories, it starts with a lunch. I sit down under the science room windows, and being eating my lunch, alone. Soon, Laura comes over and sits down next to me. Then Tuber. Then Suzanne. Then Dima, then Yanni, then Charlie, then Sergey. Melanie meanders over and I begin telling her about the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. As I'm looking up at her, telling her the story, I suddenly feel something hit my chest. I look down, and what looks like radioactive pudding has hit me squarely in the chest.

"Sorry Chris!"
"What is this, Laura? It smells like Key Lime Pie!"
"Its my Key Lime Yogurt!"

Suddenly, Laura tries to fling a spoonful of it at Charlie, who had been the one to initiate the firing of her yogurt of death at me. Charlie ducks. The globs fly past his head.

And right into Tuber's.