“You took my seat!” I shouted out as Gary munched on whatever it was the lunch ladies made for today.

“Hey, you gotta go get a lunch too, now don’t you? I’ll move once you get back!”

“You better!”

I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and went to stand in line for the food.

The lunch ladies were always smiling, which was a little weird. I grinned back, taking a paper plate of whatever it was they’d made for today, without looking; it was edible, wasn’t it?

“Okay, I’m back, now move.”

Gary sat there, staring ahead. “I don’t feel so good, man.”

He urgently ran to the bathroom. Throwing my tray down on the table, I chased after him.

His feet stuck out from the inside of the stall, and I opened the squeaky door. He was hunched over the toilet, convulsions going through his body.

“Dude, you okay?” I put my hand on his arm, and it was shaking.

I looked into the toilet bowl, and it was filled with thick red liquid. Blood.

“Don’t.. eat-” Gary collapsed to the ground, dead.

Poisoned.