Chapter 3: New Guy
April 17, 20XX. At school, our homeroom teacher had made a sudden announcement, "Alright class today we have a new student in our class. Please welcome Jason Rikuchi! You might remember him from getting jumped in the hallway. I am sure we all laughed at that", everyone started clapping...his cheeks. I had never seen this boy before except for when I did when he was getting raped in the hallway. He had normal black-ish brown-ish hair, his eyes were oddly green...I think his eyes were sick, and he wore a small and thin little jacket. Since he was 280 pounds, his shirt was only seconds away from ripping. "Hi. I'm Jason as you already know and....yeah." His shirt then ripped. "OH BOY OH MAN THIS BOY CHUUUUUNKY!!" someone from the class yelled. First, there was a bit of silence, and then they all started clapping. "YES YES HE IS CHUNKY!" everyone said in unison over and over again. "YOU BET I AM CHUNKY" Jason yelled back to everyone as he swirled his fat around. "You can sit right behind Miss Wilson now," the teacher said as I felt pretty shocked. I did not want someone this fat to sit near me or behind me, though I knew there was no way she would have him go to another seat because there were no other seats wide enough to hold his chunk.
I only want to sit near the window so I can see the devil staring me down from the playground. I don't know why he had to come just when I started to enjoy where I was sitting.
He tucked his fat in, dropped on the ground and rolled to his seat. When he sat down, the boys next to him started to tell him not to talk to me or try to be friends with me, and they really made me mad. I immediatly turned around and asked, "But can I talk to you guys?" angrily. They started to back down saying, "No, no. Talk to Mr. Chunksalot". I don't care what they think about me but I would just love to have a whole gang of bullies come and beat me up and throw me through some walls again.
Ever since Jason came to school, people have been trying to recruit him to their eating contests and they started to annoy me less than they would usually do. Jason kept rejecting them and continued to make some friends.
Eventually, a week and 1/2 after Jason came, some more boys started to come and they were all friends with Jason. Their names were Mike Zod, Polly Pocket (or PP), and Micheal Devil. I heard the names Zod and Devil somewhere before. I could only think of my parents going boom boom when I thought of those names. They always hung out with Jason and all 4 of them were in ALL of my classes even including Homeroom.
April 18, 20XX. Today was the day we were getting our sparring gear for sparring class and we were picking out which main 'toilet' at the indoor camp site we wanted to poop on. My sparring gear was a black tight-ish suit that seemed like a swimsuit with skinny shorts sewed to it. I don't know why we had to wear tight outfits but most boys would stretch out the outfit to make it less tight, and don't ask me how they did it because I'll tell you this: they did not use their hands...they used TWO people. When we sparred once, a had to spar a kid, except it wasn't a kid...it was two kids in one suit. I was like daaaang. So I unpinned a grenade and put it up their pants. "DOUBLE KILL!" I shouted. My teacher responded, "Yes...Yes it was."
"Alright kids, time to pick your 'toilet' at the campsite". Mrs. Falcon handed us all doo doo sticks and gave us 15 minutes to think about what to do with it. I heard people talking to each other about how great these sticks were and how much poo you could fit on it if you tried hard enough. Let's see I thought what is one toilet that can make me feel like home? I asked myself. Suddenly, I saw a job that was perfect for me and thought that's the one....