“What do people eat?” the blond asked, small arms resting upon the 1960’s styled white table.

“What do people eat?” repeated the artificially black-haired boy, sitting across from her with a cheese cracker in his hands. “What are you rambling about now?”

Kari sat back in her chair, ignoring the small creaks the unsteady wooden legs made. She, too, had been chewing on a cracker, with half-melted cheese that appeared to be creamy and whipped, like the spread she often put upon her bagels. She had been studying her friend thoughtfully, continuing her newest rant. “People! I mean, Vegans. What do they eat?”

Jamie reached for another cracker, ignoring the crumbs he gently spread around the table. “They eat normal foods, just like everyone else. With the exception of dairy and meat, I suppose.”

Kari was a blond with unique brown eyes to match her hair. Both were natural, as people often accused her of using dye products or colored contacts. Despite the rumors spread by pop culture, Kari’s thought process was not affected by the color of her hair. She was odd, which probably took the attraction away from her fine hourglass figure, but she wasn’t empty-minded. Take a look at the reports handed out by her teachers, and you could see she was a grade “A” student with a knack for kicking ass in volleyball.

Jamie, on the other hand, was considered to be in the popular crowd. He wasn’t a genius, be he wasn’t slow either. He was a completely average person with jet-black hair, formally brown, and green eyes that he described as the color of pond scum. Jamie wasn’t much for sports, but he had the athletic abilities for them. From German decent, Jamie was known to be in-touch with the German culture, but even Kari could dish off more of the foreign language than he could.

Kari studied the half-eaten cheese cracker that rested in between her slim hand. “So people can’t eat this?”

“Vegans can’t eat it. Or, they won’t eat it.” Jamie swallowed his cracker almost whole, then continued after swallowing a portion of it. “And remember, we’re people too, and we’re eating this.”

“People, Vegans, you, me, whatever!” Kari exclaimed. A few crumbs had sputtered out of Jamie’s mouth onto the table. “You’re sick.”

Whipping his mouth on the back of his hand, Jamie gave his friend an apologetic look. “Sorry.” He reached for a napkin, catching the crumbs and making the table return to its spotless off-white color. “But what do you care about what Vegans eat? You don’t know any.”

Kari finished the cracker half, waiting to keep the entire thing swallowed. She studied her fluorescent pink nails for a few seconds, and then darted her eyes back to Jamie. “I don’t know. I wanted to try it for a while. You know, step onto the other side, and eat what the people eat.”

The boy placed his hand to his forehead, groaning. “You can’t just switch like that! You’ll miss dairy too much!” Jamie leaned over the table, half-getting up from his chair. Subconsciously, he pulled up his much too baggy jeans, to hide his purple plaid boxers. “First off, your favorite food is chicken, and second, stop referring to Vegans as the only people in this world!”

“Oh, I guess you’re right.” Kari titled her head to one side, pressing her index finger to her lips. “There’s also Vegetarians.” She gave Jamie a teasing look, noticing that he had his face screwed up into a look of annoyance. “And I do like chicken. Never mind, then. You win.”

Jamie relaxed, plummeting into his chair. It rocked back suddenly, and he launched his hands forward to grab the old table. In a fluid motion, both Jamie and the table fell backward, spreading cheese crackers all over the already messy kitchen. The boy landed with a loud crunch upon three crackers, feeling the cheese seep into the back of his shirt.

Kari loomed over the fallen table, studying the battlefield with amusement. She flashed Jamie a childish peace sign, grinning ear to ear. “You know, if we were Vegans, we wouldn’t have been eating these crackers. Therefore, this wouldn’t have happened.”