Young Writers Society

Bang! Shakespeare dumped a tray of food down on Alpines desk, “em, what is this?” He inquired confusedly

“Well if you ate it you might find that it is a plate piled with lots of, food, carrots, potatoes, chicken and some kind of muffin thing that tastes really good”

“Why?” was all Magnus could think to say, “really?” Shakespear sighed “because you need to eat! You skipped lunch again!”

“Oh, oh yeah, well I wasn’t hungry, I forgot, and I wanted to do some more work on my project”

“You can’t keep ‘forgetting’ to eat! Your gonna kill yourself”

“I will eat” Magnus flicked his wrist and the whole tray as well as everything on it levitated so he could take a better look at everything, choosing one thing he grabbed it in his hand and sent the tray and its contents across the room and out the door letting it come down gently on the floor

“A potato,” he said taking a bite and smiling at Shakespeare,

Harris sighed once more and pulled a chair up to Magnus’s desk, “so you still won’t tell me what your ‘project is?”

“Nope, good potato but where’s the tea?”

“For the last time, the cafeteria doesn’t serve tea”

“Huh well they should, I mean aren’t we in Europe? Why does nobody ever have tea around here? Or spaghetti for that matter”

“Alright, well I’m gonna go jump off a cliff, rig the mountain to blow, and put up a website that sells nuclear launch codes for seven dollars and three cents,” he said sarcastically walking out of the room

“Ok, you do that” Alpine replied going back to his drawings.

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