Lunch period finally arrived.
I grabbed my tray and went to sit at my usual table.
Everything looked normal… at first.
Then… chaos.
Someone tripped near the food counter.
A tray flew in the air.
Some rice landed on a classmate's bag.
A sandwich slid across the floor like it was on ice.
Everyone screamed.
Some laughed.
Some groaned.
I froze for a second.
Then I saw him. The other boy. Calm. Quiet. Smiling slightly.
He didn't flinch.
Didn't move.
Just watched the chaos like it was a movie.
I laughed. Quietly at first.
Then louder.
Because really… only in this school could lunch feel like a small disaster movie.
Someone tried to help the fallen tray.
Another student slipped on spilled milk.
The teacher came running, shaking their head.
I picked up my sandwich.
The other boy nudged me slightly.
"No one got hurt," he said softly.
"And lunch is still edible," he added, smirking a little.
I nodded.
But it didn't stop the chaos.
A piece of bread landed on the floor… and then rolled mysteriously toward the other boy.
He caught it without looking, like magic.
I blinked.
"Did you see that?" I whispered.
He just smiled quietly.
Meanwhile, a little kid dropped his juice.
It spilled near my bag.
I moved quickly, saving my notebook from the tiny milk river.
Everyone around me was either laughing or panicking.
It was… oddly fun.
I took a deep breath and tried to enjoy my lunch anyway.
Because in this school, even lunch was an adventure.
And somehow…
It made the day feel brighter.
We laughed.
We survived.
And for a moment, the chaos didn't matter.
I looked at the other boy one last time.
He gave a small nod, like saying: "See? Life's never boring here."
I laughed quietly again.
Yes. Life was strange. Weird. Funny.
And maybe a little mysterious too.