This is a story that is written by two people, Jaimee and Mel (Dodo and Bee). We only write it when we're high on some form of sugar, so it is very creative. Sour sticks, by the way, are ice blocks that are sold at our school. They have two segments that you snap in half, and you can share it with a friend. They're frozen sour ice blocks!

IT'S ONLY TUESDAY

Mel's POV

“Where’s Sarah?”

“She’s writing her drama script,” Jaimee said idly, a curl escaping from her neatly pinned pony tail, “Hey; can we go to the tuckshop? I haven’t got anything else to eat.”

I rolled my eyes. She never has anything to eat at lunch.

“That’s because you ate it all at morning tea.”

Jaimee pressed her lips together and looked at me expectantly. It was sort of creepy.

“Fine, we’ll go!” I exclaimed.

Why is it, that, every time I have tuckshop, the line is massive, and when just Jaimee has it, it has about four other people?!

Jaimee came back from the line with a steaming meat shepherd’s pie. I stared at it. It looked so good.

Jaimee grinned and scooped some meat out and placed it in my waiting hand.

SIZZLING CHEESE THAT’S HOT! My hand was burning!

“OW! That’s boiling!”

Jaimee laughed as I chew my apple as fast as it is possible, and then lick the meat off my hand. Ah, relief. Ahhh! Now my tongue’s burning. I blew air in and out rapidly to cool it, waving my hands around. I swallowed. I could actually feel the heat going down my throat.

Jaimee was killing herself laughing. I joined in quickly.

“What can I buy for a dollar?” Jaimee asked after we’ve calmed down.

I looked at the menu.

“Hmm. You could get a cookie, muffin, jelly cup, sour stick, tomato sauce or a fork.”

Jaimee’s eyes lit up.

“You wanna share a sour stick?”

“Yeah, alright,” I shrugged. Jaimee came back with a green sour stick.

“Aww, but the green ones are really sour!”

“I think that’s kinda the point.”

She held the stick over the bushes and twisted. It looked like it was going to explode. I took three steps back.

“Go, Jaimee, go!” I cheered, “Pull! Pull! Pull!”

“I don’t want to pull, I want to twist!” She argued. She gave it a final twist and it came apart. She gave one to me.

That didn’t end well.

No-one’s POV

“Melodie and Jaimee are on another rampage.”

Mr Todd stared in disbelief.

“Again? What was it this time?”

“We’re not sure, but we suspect sour sticks.”

“Oh dear. What happened?”

“They were using the plastic wrappers as some form of communication, terrifying a class of preppies in the process.”

“I’ll go get Sarah and see if she can reason with them. You just try restrain them. Don’t let them near the year two-ers, they don’t need any encouraging.”

Mr Marriot nodded.

“What is it, the fourth time this week?” Mr Todd asked.

“Yes. The coffee incident yesterday was a disaster. Those lollies didn’t even have any coffee in them!”

“And it’s only Tuesday.”

“Okay Jimmy, can you tell me what you saw?”

Jimmy, a disturbed ten year old who was unfortunate enough to see both the sour stick and the coffee incident, merely stared at the wall in front of him, his eyes unfocused.

“Jimmy?”

Jimmy’s eyes focused on the counsellor for a second, and then glazed over again.

“Jimmy; can you tell me what happened on the fourth of November, this year?”

Jimmy’s eyes widened as a flash of memories whirled in his skull, bouncing off the walls, poking and taunting his brain.

Jimmy was walking towards the library to return a book and he saw Jaimee and Mel. They had in their mouths the plastic wrappers of their sour sticks, and were laughing. Their laughs came out distorted and muffled. They saw Jimmy, said a muffled something and laughed even harder. Now they were sitting cross legged, circling with their laughter. It was hard to watch, but harder to look away. Jimmy was transfixed. Mel’s red and blue lunchbox was blown a short while by the wind. Mel somehow found this amazing, and said something to Jaimee, who laughed even more. Mel stumbled after her lunch box, her light brown fringe coming out from her messy side ponytail, and, looking drunk from sour sticks, she blew it away, and laughed even harder. That was when everything went black…

Jimmy shuddered. He had awoken on the ground with a lump on his forehead. He had blacked out.

“Jimmy can you tell me what you saw?”

Jimmy looked straight into the counsellor’s eyes and told the story.

The counsellor smiled. Jimmy had forced seven other shrinks to retire.

“And what about the day before? When Jaimee and Melodie had coffee lollies, I think”

Jimmy twitched involuntarily. He twitched again. And again. He started twitching continuously. He fell onto the floor, and rolled around twitching. His eyes were white, with no pupil or colour. Foam began to come out of his mouth.

“FIRST AID! GET FIRST AID!”

Jimmy is now at a mental hospital for disturbed children. He has an involuntary twitch, and whenever anybody mentions ‘coffee’, ‘lolly’, ‘Jaimee’, ‘Melodie’ or ‘sour stick’; he has a fit, like above.

Sarah’s POV

Oh. My. Gosh. Is that Mel? And Jaimee? What have they got in their mouths? Are they sour stick wrappers? This can’t be good.

Jaimee goes to say something, and her wrapper flies out two metres in front of her. Both Mel and Jaimee crack up laughing as if this was the funniest thing in the world. Jaimee runs after the wrapper and puts it in her mouth. Some kids in grade seven are looking on with disgust.

Oh no. Jaimee and Mel are coming up to us. Oh no, no, no…

“LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO US!” they both seem to say. I can’t be sure, they are talking through their wrappers.

Mel notices that the kids in grade seven are looking weirdly at all of us.

“We’re their friends,” Mel says proudly. Jaimee and Mel have another laughing fit.

“No, they’re not!” Vivian says loudly, shaking her head vigorously.

“Come on, Jaimee, let’s go!”

They march off to a chair near the stairs. I feel sorry for the librarian.

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