Lunch time, teenage girls, and battel planes

Threw out the history of the world, and it is a rather long history, there has been war. Violent war, dangerous war, no prisoners war, war. The only thing that has been around as long as war is lunch. Lunch, a time for people to gather around and commun. A time for freinds to be seated by friends, to speak with oneanothere about the days problemes. Perhaps the only thing more frightining then war is the teenager. The most violent of the species is the female. Known to strike if terrotori is invaded, and at undectiable times. Every gourp has their own war stratigies, the Indians killed with stealth, hid behind tresses and used arrows, The English had order, using there numbers and weapons to bring down appoinits. The Scottish used chemical warfair, sending the corps of the dead who had been suffering from small pox into an enamy terratory, The teenage girl stratige for battle, RUN LIKE HELL. Perhpahs not the best thought out military plan, but this was not the battel field, no this was far far worse, a place full of terror, horors not imaginable to most people, this was middel school. You couldn't simpley ask the little turds to get the HELL away from the table, no, for someone wise once said action seek better then words. The only problem in the oh-so-full-proffplan, is that our little band of girls is made up of fools, fools who can't seem to open there lockers. THis can put a damber into our RUN LIKE HELL, seeing as waiting patiently for someone to open there locker can be time consuming, tomarow operation, RUN LIKE HELL shall commence, and the ture war shall begin.