May, A Month of MADAM Mayhem 2 ! ! !

Wednesday May 7th 11:20 am:
The recess bell rang. The kids scattered about putting their books in their desks. Only Suzanne got up from her desk and headed toward the door. She didn’t even look back to see why no one else wasn’t getting up. Everyone else had their hands folded on top of their desks. They just sat there quietly. Just as Suzanne stepped into the hallway, Mrs. Stintenhutt made her request. “Miss Cooper, please return to your seat. We ALL wait until everyone has put away their books before we are dismissed.” Reluctantly, with eyes rolling in their sockets, Suzanne came back in and sat down. Mrs. Stintenhutt turned to erase the board, slowly. It seemed like an eternity to the kids, but it was merely a total of 1 ½ minutes. “You are all dismissed.” she said.

Wednesday May 7th 11:23 am:
The kids from all the other classes were already out in the playground when Mrs. Stintenhutt’s class arrived. Suzanne walked, as elegantly as a sixth grader can walk, over to the picnic tables. Wouldn’t you know she would pick the one table where “the BOB” always sit? She couldn’t pick the one around the corner, sort of hidden behind the large old oak tree. Nope, lil’ miss Suzanne picked the one spot that most everyone knew not to sit at. IT was the table of “the BOB”, and your life would be made miserable if you challenged that. I wasn’t allowed on the playground during school hours, so I sat out side the fence. Puppy Discrimination I think.

Everyone on the playground got real quiet as the girls approached their table. All ears were poised, trying to listen to what was being said. And where was the playground monitor while the battlefield was brewing to explode? She was just around the corner talking with the Lunch Lady about her trip to the beauty salon and how fabulous her new hairstyle was. So while I was forced to sit outside the fence, and was bouncing my eyes back and forth amongst all the potential warriors and innocent by-standers, I could barely keep focus on what was being said, when someone knocked someone else’s purse off of the table. Then suddenly there was a hand grabbing hair, a kick to the ankle, a word or two or ten (who could count that fast) ‘Barrr arr arr arr. Move out of the way. I can’t see.’ I said. Another hand reached for hair and only got sweater, just before another kick, a scratch to the arm, and finally the recess whistle sounded. No…the monitor still didn’t know what was going on, and I wasn’t sure since not one of those bony butts I hollered at would move out of my way. At the sound of the whistle, layer-by-layer of kids fled the fight for the cafeteria entrance.

Wednesday May 7th 12:02 pm:
You could almost hear everyone chewing and swallowing it was so quiet. Stephen and Jarred didn’t even notice the pathetic excuse for a fight outside, or the insufferable quiet at the lunch tables. They were too busy outside burning an ant mound with magnifying glasses, and now they were snorting spaghetti up one nostril and blowing it out the other side. Jarred was a pro at this, and Stephen was fast learning to wipe the sauce off first, then to start snorting. When only one kid at the boy’s table laughed and it kind of echoed in the room, then the boys finally noticed the silence. “Why’s it so quiet in here?” the boys echoed one another. Fast Freddy (nick-named because the boy sometimes seemed to talk at sonic speeds) jumped up from the next table, ran over to the boys, and proceeded to tell them all they missed on the playground. “I’ll bet that Suzanne started the whole thing.” Jarred stated. “Snotty rich kid.” Stephen added. For one small moment in time, the boys felt bad for “the BOB”, and glared over at the table at which Suzanne was now sitting alone. After a 3 minute debate on how to best put Suzy Moo Chew in her place, (Moo Chew was for the way she chewed her gum. Students weren't supposed to have or chew gum at school, but then this was just the beginning of a long line of “Suzanne Cooper, spit out that gum...”) Mindy and Rhonda, “the BOB’s” enforcers, (aka Brutus and Droopy on steroids. Mindy was Brutus, and Rhonda was Droopy O.S.) got up and walked over to Suzanne’s table. “Oh man, here come the fireworks.” Stephen said as he stood up to see more clearly. “Brute and Droop are gonna pulverize her.” Jarred concurred. The Enforcers stood by Suzanne’s table for about a minute speaking so softly that no one else could hear. Then all of the sudden, they sat down, and talked for another 2 minutes and then with faces as calm as could be got up and walked back to “the BOB’s” table. The tension in the room was thicker than the Lunch Ladies mustache. And she needed a wax job BAD. Then with the noise of her lunch tray moving all the heads and eyes of every other kid in the cafeteria turned in unison from watching the enforcers over to Suzanne. She then stood up, grabbed her tray, strutted over to “the BOB’s” table, and just when everyone was anticipating that she would dump her tray on the other girls…she sat down. Tension in the room lifted quickly as all the girls started to whisper and giggle.

Stephen sat back down, and he and Jarred just starred at one another. The look of “What just happened here?” quickly turned into “Oh CRAP! SHE’S JOINED THE BOB!” they said as if in one voice. Many horrifying thoughts flooded the boy’s minds. “That completes “THE WORD”. Jarred said looking fearfully over at Stephen. Stephen spelled out the initials “M.O.N.S.T.E.R. and now S.” Jarred then added “And you know something…there is only one thing worse than Monsters!?!” Stephen smacked his hand to his forehead and said “Monsters with money.” The boys looked over at each other with despair in their eyes. “THE SLUMBER PARTY RECORDINGS!” Jarred said. “They’ll have help and resources to find them now. WE GOTTA MAKE MORE COPIES” “Awe man,” Stephen almost whimpered. “We’ve gotta get busy, or”…they finished the sentence together “WE”RE DOOMED.”

Henry the Dog.