The Cleaned Table

Once upon a present time, there were a group of immature high school juniors. Their jobs were to annoy the cafeteria and culinary cleaning ladies, because of course, they would absolutely refuse to clean their table. These cravens coerced these kind ladies to clean up after their edibles.

But no more.

One young onlooker absolutely despised this injustice. She went by the name of “Black-kun”, because people often feared the “black” side that she often mutated into. If her black side took form for even a sojourn, no one would be able to withstand her punitive works. When her disposition was an upbeat and considerate soul, it was her much gratified “white side”.

Except this day was different…

Black-kun began to deploy a strategy against her adversaries. Her urbane artifice would soon pay off, as well as her inclement nature. No longer would those boys harass the lunch ladies, hence would be the day of their demise.

The next morning Black-kun awoke with a sanguine mentality. Her plan would not be fallow. She mused for the rest of the morning, dreaming happily what it would be like, as soon as the lunch ladies would stick up for themselves. Once she set a precedent for the juniors, young teens would become respectable people, as their smutty actions would be deleted!

The lunch bell rang, while it exhilarated humans with the wonderful notion of food. Crowds of people filled the cafeteria and, as she suspected, five junior guys took a seat at the third table of the fourth row. When the mass of students settled down, Black-kun stood on a table and yelled, “Free eegees outside for all who get there first!” She knew exactly how to alienate the general population from the juniors. The guys were so lazy they wouldn’t go to the trouble of running for eegees with the rest of the high school animated attitude. She had successfully perpetuated 3/4 of their high school to remain outside. Now came the main event: redressing the bad attitudes of the juniors.

Black-kun closed her eyes as she took a deep breath of negligible significance; she was completely ready even without focus. Stepping forward, she began to approach their table. A lunch lady walked to them first. “Who would like to clean today?” She adjusted her glasses. “Would anyone please help out? I’m so tired from today’s workload…”
But they began to laugh. “I’m not doing any of it!” The brown haired boy shouted. “Yea. We don’t get paid for cleaning tables. We come to school to study, not do your dirty work,” stated the blond haired one. Black-kun slammed the table. The air stood still for a couple moments of forever. “Excuse me, Mrs. Winster. I would like to clean any table of yours. At least I’m much more suited to this job than these lazy, slacker babies are. They’re only capable of maintaining an average GPA of .05,” Black-kun laughed indifferently. The junior boys started to clench their teeth. “Don’t you think they might get a little smarter, if that’s possible, when they started to actually work a little? Such spoiled brats. When will they ever grow up?” Black-kun grinned. She had lit the match. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN’ ABOUT, KID??!??” They were more riled up than Black-kun had imagined! “Mrs. Winster…We WILL clean this table…AND we will clean and sweep the rest of the cafeteria for the rest of the month! So THERE, Freshman!!!”

Black-kun had saved the world, yet again. The pickle in her lunch box that morning tasted good.