"I feel like I'm in a dream..."

I’m in my room, innocently practicing for my keyboarding class, when suddenly Chris Bill comes knocking on my door.

“C’mon, Tori,” he hissed, gesturing for me to come out into the hallway. 

“Come where?” I asked and he glanced down the hallway quickly before looking back at me and seeing my keyboard. 

“Oh! Are you practicing?” he said, “Well you don’t have to then.”

“Come where, Chris?” I called but he’d already left. 

I decided that practicing could wait for the moment and I went out into the hallway and into chaos. People were running everywhere, wielding nerf guns and banging on doors and shouting instructions. 

“What is going on?” I asked my friend Natalie who was also trying to keep out of the fray. 

“I’m not exactly sure,” she said, “I think they said something about a meeting to set the terms with Floor 2, but I don’t really know what that means.”

I was about to reply when Chris Bill suddenly let out a shout, raised his hand, and all movement abruptly stopped. 

And then they came. Rising out of the stairwell and advancing in some odd parody of a military march, more reminiscent of Monty Python’s Military Fairy than any army I’ve ever seen, wearing capes and wielding light-sabers and staplers threateningly. 

A hush fell over the hallway and I just stared at the sight with a sort of morbid fascination. I heard Cory whisper next to me, “I feel like I’m in a dream...”

Truer words have never been spoken. 

The meeting itself was mostly an agreement that all fighting would cease when we had a peace dinner we would all cook together in the Community kitchen, formal attire required. 

When they finally left, the boys began plotting and August came wandering out of the suite at the end of the hall.

“Hey guys,” he grinned, “What’s going on?”

“August,” Robinson said, looking at him seriously.

The smile dropped from August’s face. “Nerf gun time?” he said gravely, with the air of a man just having been informed he needed to sacrifice himself in order to save the planet. 

Robinson just nodded. 

“I’ll be right back,” August said, disappearing back into his suite. 

Slapping a hand to my forehead and looking around at the misfit army I began to wonder just what I had gotten myself into.