fandomhigh | Food Appreciation, Period 3, Class #10

The students had been told to meet up in the Danger Shop for today's class. Hopefully everybody had worn their old clothes because today was gonna get messy. The Danger Shop had been made to look like a cafeteria with plenty of places to dodge, dip, duck, dive and...dodge. There were two long tables on each side of the room with plenty of ammo for a good food fight: Jello, mashed potatoes, soggy cafeteria vegetables, pies, pudding, cake, sloppy joes...all sorts of stuff.

They were totally having a food fight today.

Marshall wasn't alone at the front of the class today. No, there was also a very pissy looking Chuck Bass standing beside him. Marshall had his hand on Chuck's shoulder like he was afraid the kid was gonna run away or something. And, dear god, someone grab a camera because Chuck was wearing flannel and jeans.

"Glad you guys could make it! We are here today because I figured we could switch things up a bit. Food can be appreciated in so many ways. Taste, sight, smell...it's ability to be thrown at long distances," Marshall grinned widely. "That's right, today we're having a food fight. Hope you wore old clothes."

Chuck glared up at Marshall. Everything about today sucked.

"We have an odd number in the class and a friend told me that Mr. Bass would absolutely love to join in on the fun," Marshall said, leaning his arm on Chuck's shoulder. Short people were useful like that.

"Ms. Scherbatsky put you up to this, didn't she?" Chuck asked.

"Ah, I'm not going to reveal my source of just who suggested you for the job," he said. "...but, yeah, it was Robin. Look, I let you pick the teams. That was nice of me, right?"

Chuck rolled his eyes.

Marshall frowned. He didn't like it when people didn't like him. "Anyway. Mr. Bass has divided you all into teams and everybody will have to wear a jersey in the color of the team that has been chosen for you. I always think it's more fun that way."

"Oh, and as a warning? If this turns into a real fight between any of you it's gonna be detention or a visit to the principals office or something. Something bad. Not only that, I'll sadface at you," Marshall said. He pouted and pointed at his face. "Nobody wants that."

Marshall clapped a hand on Chuck's shoulder and pushed him towards the rest of the class. "Okay, everybody get their jerseys on and get to opposite sides of the cafeteria. Congregate with your team, make a game plan if you want to. When I blow the whistle, unleash hell! And by hell I mean food!"

Blue Team

Chuck Bass
Sam Winchester
Kaylee Frye
Alex Russo
Priestly
Amber Atkins
Francine Peters
Hoshi Sato
Molly Carpenter
Peyton Sawyer
Summer Roberts
Eve Levine

Yellow Team

Dean Winchester
Blysse Norwood
Andros
Cindy Mackenzie
Claudia Kishi
Harry Dredsen
Hurley Reyes
Jen Scotts
Ned
Marco Conrad
Momoko Akatsutsumi
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Priestly looked up. "Hm? Oh. Nah, sorry, just figured something out." He shook his head, making his green mohawk waver slightly in the breeze. "Getting your crazy on. Getting it outta your system."

"Some of us have less crazy than others," Sam pointed out. "So food fights aren't really necessary."

"Dude, you fight demons. You're completely insane."

"Hey, it's not like I chose to fight demons," Sam said, looking over the table of food to try to decide what would be worth throwing and what wouldn't. "And I'd put it just a few steps above dying my hair a color not found in nature."

"You have a very strange scale. Dying my hair? Really not likely to kill me."

"The fumes or the chemicals could get you," Sam pointed out, before smirking. "You do have a point though. Sometimes, I think Dean's and my view of what's normal is kind of skewed."

"I'm beginning to think everyone's view of what's normal is skewed."

"Are you speaking philosophically, or about the people here?" Sam asked.

"Both?"

"I'll definitely agree with you about the people around here," Sam said. "Does that mean you think your own view is skewed too?"

"Maybe? My parents' one definitely is."

"'Cause it doesn't include fun hair or kilts or anything, right?"

"To say the least."

"Well, I don't know if I'd call that normal either, but I can think of a hell of a lot of worse ways you could be," Sam said. "At least you're having harmless fun."

"Right! So, you know, normal is relative."

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