Pigeons, Kimbap, Minty Halloween: the Schoolboy

"... and the root here is not the root that you find in a tree, mathematically speaking…" Tick, tick, tick. Words fall on deaf ears as I stare into the clock, while the teacher has her edge of the eye focused on the clock as well. My palms dig as I hear the student next to me counting: "20, 19, 18…" All the textbooks are closed, pencil cases are neat, as 3, 2, 1, 0. The clock ticks away to 12:30 as a shrieking metallic sound rings. The students throw their notebooks into the air, while the teacher twists into a baguette all over and tosses a folder behind her back. Students are swallowed by the enormous blue and yellow crowd, as I grope for my bag. My stomach burps, and I hold onto my lunchbox. What a dramatic start to the day.

I plopped my lunch onto the bony floor and I rested my hands onto a juicy cheesecake. Its indescribable luscious, sugary waffle smell wafted into my lungs and Fur Elise played. My eyes closed, I opened my mouth just when a squawk! was evident in front of me. I peeked and a pigeon cocked his head here and there, whipping his eyes on the cheesecake. "Uhh, why hello there, Mr Feathery Pigeon?" The pigeon's eyes are drilling into my head. "Please go away, I'm starving!" I open my mouth, then I shut it. "Alright, fine." I pick a crumb of my cheesecake as the pigeon dives into pixie-cheesecake dust, as I ruffle its head. "You aren't so crazy, are you?" Then, a second pigeon arrived, a third, then a fourth. Soon after, an army of pigeons were staring right into me. A gunshot echoed as the wings ruffled and dived into the cheesecake. "Gerroff me!" The pigeons were pecking, pecking me over and over again, and I had no choice but… to pull out my banana. A tumbleweed tumbles over, as my eyes and a pigeon’s meet. I raise my banana and chase all the pigeons away. Pant, pant, pant. I was safe, but not my cheesecake.

My cheesecake was grainless, as I reached into my lunch pouch and pulled out a gleaming sun of black and white; kimbap. My hands turned to kettles as they rattled and I opened my mou- "Hey Ein, is that, OMG, sushi?!" I was turning red as swarms of people overwhelmed me. "Hey, I can't see it!" "Mmf! I'm starving!" "Gimme some!" "No, no, no! You already have some! Give me!" A tug of war ensued, finally ending with a cry: "I'm hungry! Now leave me alone!" The crowd dispersed, but slowly enough for one person who was digging his nose inside a book to catch up, and I returned to the marvellous. Though, the bookworm tripped and dragged a kid along, who booted the person ahead, who hammered into another; a chain reaction. I shook my head. "OW!" "Who did that?!" After minutes, their eyes got rid of the flames. Eyes wide open, shining black, mouth frowning, a third-year approached me. "Oh, please! I didn't have anything today!" Air huffed out of my nostrils as I handed over the prime cut of sushi roll. Time stopped, then returned to normal as a line of students with their eyes begging bade me. In the end, a lonely piece felt the acute sorrow, and I shoved it in my mouth: almost. Ring-a-ling-a-ling!

The school bell shrieked as squealings and students being trampled on the stairs flooded. Parents' arms wide open, children flying, and me, bags under my eyes as I side dance to my brothers and mother. My brothers were hailing my mother when a streak of lightning crossed Jeein's face, "Wwwwaaaiiitttt, aren't we going to Arthur's Halloween party?" My mother has a star dancing in her eyes. "Of course we are! Come on! Don't be late!" My eyes widened, my grumbling stopped, and I bulleted the car. "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! LET'S GO!" We sped to our house, I threw my Halo costume on, and we sped into Arthur's house. "Weeee!" My brothers on the trampoline. "Why hello Arthur!" Arthur turned to greet me and said: "Why hello there Ein!" We take turns throwing treats into the trampoline to the shrieking of the younger children as: "Who wants to go trick-or-treating?!" An orderly line stations outside the gate. We all shout the emblem of our 18 man army: "Hut! Hut! Hut!" We march out of the house. "Trick-or-treat!" An elderly woman: "Oh! How precious!" Soon, the sky is raining with black, purple, and more delicious colours. Mmm! Things could not get any better!

All of us thanked Arthur and we rushed to our cars. Our stomachs bulging, cheeks expanding, we return home. "So, how was today?". Heein and Jeein cooed. "Good!" For me, though, "It couldn't get any better! And oh! Can we eat some sweets?" "Sure! Why not?" Later, our buckets are unable to emit the tinkering sound when my mother says: "Alright! Brush your teeth 5 times!" Heein and Jeein chorused: "Whyyy? You didn't mention it!" My mother raised her eyebrows and said, "I deeply apologise! Oh, and each brushing should take 10 minutes!" Oh no.