• Btw this is #2.Clickity here to start at the beginning
    I looked around, seeing if anyone just saw what I had just seen, but all I saw were a bunch of morons gossipping on how some guy name Joey was cheating on Megan. Whatever, it was about lunch time anyway. Time to stroll on to the cafeteria. I've always brought homelunch ever since I first laid my eyes on school garbage. The pizza still gives me nightmares. I was about to eat my homemade cheese sandwich until a kid screamed in the distance, "Sergei's claiming lunch properties again!"'
    What? Not him again. Sergei's just the generic snooty rich kid of the school, who's father just happens to be the principal. He starts walking up to me like Steve Urkel.
    "Good evening, Ray, I see you have a pudding cup in that lunch box of yours," said Sergei in his Australian, Brittish, Russian, Japanese, Portugese, Jamaican accent. I don't know where he's from, but his accent is definitely zorgon alien language.
    "I'll pay you 100 dollars right now for that lunchbox."
    I resist the urge to say yes. If I can hold my will against Sergei, I can conquer anything.
    "200."
    "Deal."
    What? He's a good negotiator, it was a crappy lunchbox anyway. "Okay, you got my lunchbox. Now leave me alone." I then began examining the two 100 dollar bills he gave me. Everything seemed to be in order. Wait, there's a hole in one of the bills. No, now there's a hole in both. The holes are growing. It's as if the dollar bills are getting sucked into nothingness, until they disappeared. "Hey Sergei! What kind of joke is this? Give me back my lunchbox!"