Pizza

I was sitting in my computer class, writing AC articles, while eating some pizza. We all ate 3 or 4 pieces, not because we were hungry, however. This pizza was beyond pizza. It was a tiny piece of heaven in pizza format. I desired this pizza. I ruled this pizza. We were one. Suddenly, all but one pieces disappeared. I was stuffed, but I needed that piece.

The last piece of pizza. How could I let it go? I wanted it, and its gooey cheesiness. I wanted the sausage to rupture my taste buds so bad, that I could practically taste it. Suddenly, Brian reached for the piece of pizza. I catapulted off of my seat, running head-first into the side of his stomach. Apparently, I hit him just right in the kidney with my skull. As I convulsed a bit, I watched him throw up what appeared to be a mixture of blood, coffee grounds, lettuce, and pizza. This pizza looked so scrumptiously exquisite, it almost looked better after it was regurgitated.

Brian couldn't resist re-eating his vomit-flavored pizza. He ate his pizza and went to the emergency room to get his kidney checked. One down... two to go.

Two other students, besides me, remained in class. The teacher started talking about something unknown to anyone excluding god. We didn't have education on our minds. We had pizza on our mind. We wanted the mouth-watering deliciousness of some steamy sausage pizza. All 3 of us, Cody, Will, and I, looked at each other. What we had in our eyes, was not a look of sorrow for our fallen comrade. We each knew what we wanted, and wouldn't rest until the sole survivor acquired what he desired.

Just at that time, a beautiful girl walked by. Cody, being the pimp that he is, aborted his pizza mission to get the girls phone number. Needless to say he was rejected after being used for his money and amazing dancing skills for the night. Two down... one to go. Will and I realized what this meant. It was him or me. One on one. Who wanted this pizza more? As we stood there, watery-mouthed, bloated but starving, I came up with an idea.

I told him, if he would let me eat the last piece this time, I would let him have it next time. This was a total lie of course, but hey... this is pizza were talking about. We aren't just talking about a hot dog. He immediately refused and ran for the pizza. I bolted towards the pizza. The teacher was still talking about something, who knows what. I can certainly tell you she wasn't as focused on the pizza as we were.

As I sprinted towards will, I realized we were going to collide, head-on. SMASH. We clashed heads, and both became unconscious. We woke up simultaneously. We were shocked to discover the last piece was gone. Where was it?! We looked around and saw no-one, saw nothing, and heard no noise. We decided to unite once more, to find our long lost slice. What we discovered was not what we wanted to see...

We were about to give up our search, when Will had an idea. He suggested we check the teacher's lounge. I was certain a teacher wouldn't have stolen it, but who could resist that enjoyable and juicy chewing workout we called our lunch. We dipped into the teacher's lounge, solely because it was the only unsearched room.

What we found was practically morbid. We found our current teacher massacring our pizza with her evil teeth. She was enjoying OUR pizza as much as we did one day so long ago. We confronted her. She responded by simply saying, "You should have paid more attention in class! Hahaha." We attacked her, but with the pizza on her side- we were no match. We stand today, united, but defeated. We are pizza-less, and we both have F's on our report card.

I'm sure this will not be our final battle over pizza. Friendships will be gained and lost, and the next battle will be more severe than the last. Long live pizza. Long live the last piece. If there is sausage on it, I'll fight for it!