run for your freaking lives., kyle west has gone insane -open to all-.

[Kyle West]

"Food, glorious food, something, something, something." Kyle sang tunelessly at his table, well, he wasn't such a great singer but he sang what he meant and that was good. Food, food, food.If Kyle wasn't destined to inherit his Father's recording studios, become a famous british soccar player, join a band and make it big or be a film critic, Kyle would have liked to be a food critic, think of all that free gourmet food. Kyle had been a big eater since the age of two, it really was a wonder how he kept himself so thin when the size of what he ate was of gigantic proportions.

The Cafeteria seemed somewhat lifeless today. His friends were just there eating, and there was none of the usual chatter, like 'My parents are out tommorrow, wanna come over and we can get drunk?' from Kyle's table, or 'OMG, I bought such a cute top yesterday' over by the cheerleaders, just nothing except the quiet chomping, much to Kyle's disappointment. Kyle loved noise, any type of noise, thats why deadly quiet places like Libraries were places Kyle had never ventured in before.

Kyle slumped on his table, even his friends were unusually quiet, Kyle needed some excitement, some action, not this gormless eating. Without actually thinking Kyle pelted one of the guys from the table near him with his fries, the fries got stuck in the poor boys hair and Kyle could do nothing except sit back and laugh. Then, a carton of milk exploded on his shirt.

Kyle grinned, this was exactly what the Cafeteria needed, before you knew it, Kyle was on top of the table shouting "FOOD FIGHT!" and the erst of the Cafeteria was in uproar. Kyles table were going crazy, the cheerleaders were trying to save their hair and the neutrals were fighting back as best as they could. And in the middle of it all was Kyle Fucking West, standing on the table doing that he did best, causing mayhem.

[Jesse James]

Lunchtime. What a nightmare. Then again, any time at this school was hell. Not that this would be much different to any other time of the day for Jesse. Most people looked forward to lunch times, a time they can hang out with their mates, catch up on the latest gossip or eye up the cheerleaders or perhaps chat up the jocks. Lunch time was when all the Cliques formed into their little groups and laugh at the ones left alone.

Jesse was one to be laughed at. In Classes she sat by herself, not even the new kids would come near her, at lunch time she would have a whole table to herself, unless the new kids had beaten her to it, in which case she would be forced outside. Wind, Rain or sunshine, no one cared.

But this had not been what she had expected. Turning the corner in her short denim skirt and black halter top, some books clutched tightly against her chest, she heard a shout. Glancing up she soon came to realise that the whole canteen was in uproar. Food shot from the geeks to the populars, then onto the rockers. What was going on? Sure, people hated other gangs, but since when had they started throwing food at each other?

After a second glance she could see the reason why. Kyle West, Class clown stood atop one of the tables. No doubt he started this. Sighing she leaned against the door, choosing to stay out of the way, but she was keen on seeing what state the snobs got into. She could hear the cries of 'oh my hair' or 'no I've broke a nail' and chuckled quietly to herself, hoping no one would notice her stood there because no doubt they would find something disgustingly stickly to fling across in her direction.