This is Jessie. I'd been so happy about the baby, that when I went to school on Monday something really horrible just had to happen. I should've NEVER forgotten what Maya had yelled at me at the dance! And now I was going to pay.
I was walking into the cafeteria when all of a sudden Maya jumped up on one of the tables. Ladasha looked at her like she was nut (I could see it all over her face--"That girl just got herself demoted to most unpopular person in the school...") and Summer looked horrified.
"Jessie!" she shouted.
I cringed and stopped, turning around.
"I heard that..."
You can kind of guess the rest. You know--she went off and convinced everybody in the cafeteria that Noah and I were dating. (I didn't want to right the whole thing, because she said a lot of nasty stuff, too, and I didn't want you guys to have read that.)
I was hopping mad. Still, I prayed to God for help and walked over to where Noah was sitting at the table. Michael who, if you remember, used to be the most popular kid in the school and also head of the school newspaper which I was apart of, came over and started talking.
"You know," he started, "no offense, but it seems that you haven't done much for the newspaper lately."
I sighed. "Sorry. I need my camera so I can take some pictures and stuff."
Michael handed me one. "You can start today. We need some school life pictures for the yearbook people."
"OK," I sighed.
Michael walked off.
And that's when Maya stood back up on the table.
"Jessie!" she yelled at me. "You think you're something, huh?"
I didn't answer.
"Jessie, look at me! Unless you're a coward!"
I didn't do anything.
But I was thinking.
And thinking hard.
I really had to do something about this problem.
I glanced down at my plate.
It was spaghetti.
I turned and stood up on my own table, Noah giving me a bewildered look.
"OK, Maya," I started. "Stop harassing me, or I'll throw this spaghetti at you." I'd grabbed my plate and picked up a glob of spaghetti in my hand.
She snorted. "You wouldn't."
Splat! But it wasn't ME who'd thrown it!
I glanced around the side of Maya and saw the Sisterhood Squad--Spy, Addy, etc.--all holding globs of spaghetti. Before I could stop them, Spy screamed at the top of her lungs, "FOOD FIGHT!"
And so started the second spaghetti food fight of the year for poor Dayton Middle School.
And, no, I actually never threw any spaghetti.
You know what I DID do?
I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures left and right.
And, of course, dodged spaghetti.
Let's just say that by the time the teachers got everybody under control, nobody was too sure who'd really started it so we all get sent home with a warning.