You reached the lunchroom that you had seen in your initial tour over the summer. It was a dingy, scarcely lit room with a low ceiling and a few silver vents embedded in it's surface. The floor tile was a typical, off-white colour that reminded you of a hospital ward, and heaven knows you were familiar with that kind of space.

You paid for a banana then wandered into the corner of the lunchroom awkwardly, unsure of where to go. Suddenly you spotted Sea- Jack (still having trouble there) sitting at a table of friends. You recognized Mark, Felix, Bob, and Wade, but the rest you didn't recognize. You walked uncertainly forward until you reached the table.

Once you reached the table. Jack looked up at you. "Um, hi.." you said quietly, "Can I sit here?" You were met by a cheery, in sync word that felt like they had rehearsed speaking; "Sure!" You smiled gratefully and sat down in between Jack and Mark. You noticed the table staring at you. They weren't rude stares, in fact, they all appeared to mean well, but it unsettled you. Having the spotlight never was your thing. "Well, I'd like to introduce a friend of mine to you all-" Jack began, but was cut off by Mark and Felix saying, "We already met her!"

At this the table laughed. It made you feel incredibly amazed that one group of people were so happy all the time. You even giggled timidly yourself. "Well," Mark said, proposing a new idea, "How about we go around the table, say what we'd like to be called, then say something about ourselves?" The table nodded in unified agreement. "Right then." Mark said, the matter becoming settled quicker than he had intended, "Who first?"

Jack volunteered by jumping out of his seat and raising his hand to its maximum potential while on his tiptoes yelling, "Oh pick me! Please pick me! Mr. Fischbach I wanna go first! Pick meeee!!!"

"Alright!" Mark yelled over Jack's riot, apparently pleased with himself, "Jack goes first." Jack sat down calmly, as if none of what he'd just done even happened. He put his hand together decisively then set them on the table. "Well," he began dramatically, "I'm Jack! Or Jack Septic Eye. My mum calls me that and it's been my name ever since! And... hmm... Oh yeah! I'M LOUD!!!'

Everyone at the table covered their ears as quickly as possible at Jack's sudden outburst. "Jeez Jack! KEEP IT DOWN, WOULD YA?" Felix screamed back even louder than Jack. This happened to cause an all out yell war that lasted at least five minutes before the school counselor came over and gave the whole table detention. "What?!" Mark protested, "That's not even fair!"

"I didn't ask if it was fair  Mr. Fischbach," Ms. Degradable said with an evil smirk. She was an old woman with tan skin and long, flowing silver hair that was desperately trying to cling onto its former rich dark tones. She had deep brown eyes with wrinkles that she attempted to hide with the thick layer of makeup that caked her face. She always wore shocking blood red lipstick with matching eye shadow. There was almost always a flower in her hair the same colour as her outfit.

Today's was a rose that was a bright shade of yellow that reminded you of a lemon. It matched her old and faded pastel yellow button up with simple white jeans that were almost too clean. She wore simple white sandals with gold clips to hold them in place. She waltzed away smoothly from the table that was fuming at her for being so unjust. Looks like students weren't going to be your only problem.

The table collectively let out a sigh of relief once she was out of earshot. The shock must've registered on your face because a man with a white mask on leaned over and said reassuringly to you, "Don't worry, she's always like that. Especially to Pewds. She's always going on about how," he put on a high, shrieking impression of Ms. Degradable, " 'I expected so much more from the class president!' or 'Honestly, I thought you were better than this!' " He began to laugh himself silly until Felix playfully pushed him out of his chair saying, "Sure! Laugh at my pain why don't you?!"

"Are we going to continue or not?!" You shouted over the lunchroom's noise (which had picked up considerably after being told off by the school counselor). After you had said it, the lunch bell rang. "Guess not." said Bob with a shrug. "Well.." said Jack with a smug look, "We do all have detention... Let's try to make it a little more exciting, huh?"

"What's going on in that devious little brain of yours?" you asked, mildly concerned for your safety.

"Oh," Jack replied, wiggling his eyebrows, "You'll see."

SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED!!! I've really wanted to, I just never got around to it! Goodbye my fellow potatoes!!!