Day: Friday, May 19, 3174
Time: 12:46 AM
Planet: Earth
Location: Caroltin High School
POV: Matthew Connor, First person

I grab my lunch tray and weave my way through a crowd of teenagers as I look for my corner of the cafeteria. When I see my friend group's lunch table, I crouch down and waddle my way over.

I waddle right up behind my best friend Zach and set down my lunch tray before...

"AAAAAAAAHHHH"
I scream whilst jumping up and throwing my arms around Zach.

He also screams and almost falls off his seat.

When he realizes it's me, he turns around to slap me.

"Hi Matthew." Says Carly, flipping her long dark hair over one shoulder and smiling brightly.

"Sup Carls! How ya' doin'?" I say, settling into the space next to Zach on the bench before grabbing the supposed "hot dog" off my tray.

"I've got nothing to complain about, how about you?" She says, giving a small chuckle.

"I'm alright, would be better if the school didn't feed us actual poison." I joke, holding up the weird concoction that was on my tray. "But, seriously what even is this?"

"I don't think you want to know what's actually in a hotdog," Zach began "but that one right there does seem to be at least undercooked, not to mention it's leaking a weird substance. Here, take half of my macaroni. Made it myself."

He opens the lid of his thermos and scoops a good portion of his homemade macaroni onto said lid.

"Aw, sweet!" I exclaim, taking the macaroni covered lid from Zach. "You're the best Zach!"

I unravel the spoon package that comes with all lunches ordered at school and take a bite of the macaroni.

Once I have the food in my mouth, I remember how awesome Zach is at cooking. Dear god, I bet he could win one of those chef shows or something.

"Your cooking is god-tier," I say, throwing my arms around him and laying my head on his shoulders. "I would literally kill a man for some."

"Haha, thanks my dude!" He laughs throwing his arm around my shoulder as an attempt to hug me back "it's really not that goo-"

"Shhh," I say, shoving my hand on his face. "Your cooking is good. If anyone says anything differently, then they've never tried it." At this point, I move back a bit.

"But I guess," I continue "if they haven't tried your cooking, well, to put it simply, that's a tragedy. They would need to try it immediately! I would also, however, need to kill them for insulting you. So, I guess what I'm saying is that I'm putting them on my own version of death row and for their last meal, you're gonna cook. Is that good with you?" I say jokingly, looking at Zach.

"I mean, I guess?" Zach says, looking more confused than a cat in a gym bag.

Then, I hear a laugh behind us. I turn around to see the last friend missing from the table, Marybeth or, as literally everyone calls her, MB.

She sits down at the table with her lunchbox, and pulls out a bag of chips. I go back to my wonderful macaroni and Zach begins to nibble on his salad. The only person who isn't eating is Carly.

I sigh before saying; "Let's see the damage today."

Carly unfurls her bag and pulls out a sandwhich that is unevenly cut and has some weird blue stains. "I have no idea what happened to it. I assume a alien got ahold of it, but I have no idea."

"Oh god!" MB exclaims, horrified at this monstrosity called a sandwich.

"What's next?" I excitedly say.

"Ummmm, it appears to be...cheezits covered in a weird dust." She says holding up a small bag with at most 10 cheezits in it. "There's also this bag of cookies, which...... yup. It expired last year."

"Ew, that is so disgusting. Here, you can have my cheese and crackers." MB says, pushing the food towards Carly.

"Thanks MB. I can always count on you."

After the adventure through Carly's Satan lunch box, we continued on with our lunch until the bell rang.

After that me, MB, and Zach go to Gym. Unfortunately, Carly is in a different class.

Everyone got changed and lined up to start gym class. But the teacher wasn't there.

We had been waiting for probably ten minutes when our teacher, Ms. Fitzgerald, finally ran in, She seemed a little scared.

She quickly composed herself, however, and starts class.

She told us our daily class stretches. After we all finished, Ms. Fitzgerald stood up straight to give us directions on what we were gonna do today. But then she just stood there for a minute with her eyes closed. She took a deep breath.

"Okay class!" She says, in a voice that just drips fake happiness "Today we're just going to play a fun game of dodge ball! Matthew and Emily, you're going to be the team captains."

I smile brightly.

Emily got to pick first. That's fine by me! I knew who I was gonna pick. She chooses some generic sporty kid and I choose Zach. And my next turn, I choose MB.

Ya see, Me, Zach, and MB are the greatest dodge ball team ever. I have a really good throwing arm, MB is good at dodging, and Zach is fast. The plan is always that I throw the dodge balls while MB helps distract the opposing team and warns me when I was gonna get hit. Plus, since we usaully played the type of dodge ball where when you got hit all you had to do was stand in "jail" in the center of the other team's side and catch a dodge ball to get back in, MB would sacrifice sometimes so I could stay in. I always immediately get her back in and all would be normal again. Now you may be wondering where Zach comes into play. Zach runs around and collects dodge balls for me to throw.

So yeah, perfect team.

It was about halfway through the game, which we were very clearly winning, when it happened.

"Everyone, go into lockdown. This is not a drill. Go into lockdown immediately. Code hunter."

As the voice finished crackling from the old speaker, I feel the blood rush from my head.

Code hunter was when there was a dangerous criminal attacking the school. The type of criminal only the superheroes could stop.

There was a super villain attacking the school

And the closest hero was a few towns over.

AN: AAAAAAA!! I made a new book!! I've had some trouble writing it, but I'm really happy with how it turned out! By the way, happy pride month!

Date: June 19, 2019

Words: 1103