Wack! <br />Something wet is on my back <br />I peel it off <br />realizing it is a pickle <br />I look north of the Lunch room <br />knowing its Nick Burnham <br />the schools' 9th grade star wrestler <br />who I just happen to hate <br /> <br />In rage and wrath <br />I grab a bag of fries <br />and dart every single one at him <br />But, when he tries to throw the mustard <br />it hits Stephanie and not me <br />all of sudden she throws the tomatoes <br />Nate was going to put on his sandwhich <br />and toss them at Nick <br />missing she hits Spencer Clement instead <br /> <br />I stand on my table and shout <br />loudly and powerfully <br />'Food Fight! ' <br />All of a sudden <br />the lunch room turns into a war zone <br />all man (or girl) for himself (or herself) <br /> <br />I duck into the hallways <br />escaping the 'horror' <br />only to bump into Nick <br />he yells at me <br />that I am weak <br /> <br />However, with out warning <br />I dropp my bag <br />and give him one <br />straight in the face <br />slience is all I hear from him <br />and I walk on <br />as the school bell rings <br />and teachers run to the lunch room <br />trying to stop the fight I started<br /><br />Sydne Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-food-fight-served-messy/
