Grapes

"Hands off my grapes, bitch!"

"Fuck off Jerry! I can have as many grapes as I goddamn please!"

Here we are again. St.Almonds school for diseased children. We're not diseased, and that's not the actual name of the school. The actual name is "St. Almendez For Children With Crazed Powers". That's what we all have. Powers. To some extent. Some more hidden than others like mine, or some like Jeremy and Nacho. We all have something to give to this school. We get separated into separate groups. Fire people with fire people. Similar people together. Nacho, Jeremy and I all go to the same class not because our powers are similar, just that we are all have the same skill level and can control our powers better than the others. And because we are just so mature-

"Jerry I swear to fucking god if you stab me again I'll eat all of your fucking grapes!"

"I'd like to see you try Nacho!

"Stop calling me that! It's Nathzaligouliaotia!"

"See why I call you 'Nacho' now?"

Sighing I pick up my pen and doodle in my notepad. I say "Let grapes be grapes, Jeremy, and hands-off his crotch, Nacho," I lift my pen into the air.

They stare at me. They mutter something rude before trudging towards me.

"Let's get to class before the bell okay?" Jeremy murmurs.

I smirk and nod.

God, I hate this school.