It was another routine lunch in the 3rd grade.
Escorted in a single-file line by our teacher
Racing to the lunch table to get a good seat.
Sitting with my friends and giggling
About our favorite episode of SpongeBob.
It was ON!

I felt the cool mozzarella smack against my face.
I filled my spoon with red tangy pizza sauce.
Pulled back like a slingshot, and let go.
In an instant the whole table followed.
The air was filled with pale mozzarella, pepperonis, and pizza sauce.

The joy was promptlyended though.
The principal staggered over and everyone froze.
We were as still as a portrait, watching her watching us.
She glared at us and saw straight through our “innocence.”
Then withinaninstant we were in the principal’s office.