Aint Worth Nothing 7

  The boys lead Frank to the line, without an answer to that last question; but still, the smirks remained.  As they got up towards the front, Frank noticed that Paul, the evil cold man he encoutered the night before was serving the food.  "Oh my favorite. Cold chili and slop!" Chris said while making a sour face.  Paul smacked the brown goop onto Franks tray. Frank couldn't even manage to raise his eyes up to Pauls.  Zion noticed this and helped push the newbie along. This unfortunatly wasn't a rare site to see around here. They finally made there way all the way through the line and to a table.  "So Chris? You wanna break Frank in today?"  "Hells ya!" shouted the muslcular Colorado boy, drawing a little bit of too much attention to himself.  Zion shushed him quickly. "K newbie. Here you go!" as Z handed off a plastic spoon to Frank. He sat there wondering, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this."  It was as if Zion could read his mind, "We're starting a food fight here. Right now. Got it?"  Frank shook his head even though he really didn't want to. The two other boys nudged a couple more and gave them some sort of a hand signal. Suddenly you could see all the boys spoons filled up with the chili and flipped back, ready to launch. Frank did the same, but his hands were so sweaty, it probably wasn't a good idea.  He fealt the spoon slip quickly and watched as that ball of mush flew through the air and hit one of the other kids in the mess hall. Out of the blue, the entire room filled with yelling and chaos. There was food flying everywhere.  Guards were trying to keep order, but with this many boys, there was no way that they could over power the teens.  Z yelled to Frank, "Get some more ammo loaded, trust me. You don't wanna be caught unarmed EVER." Frank did as he was told, "Now follow me."  Zion and Chris lead the way as Frank and two other boys followed. Weaving underneath tables and jumping over chairs. They were heading towards the actual lunch line, now it was all making scence to Frankie boy. More ammo, more safety.  About ten feet away from the "safe zone" some kid, larger then life I swear, accidentally stepped on Franks wrist. Frank heard it snap and uncontrollably began to roll on the floor and yell for help.  Frank had broken a few ribs before, but he never expected this amount of pain coming from one of his limbs. His eyes teared up and Frank couldn't do anything about it.  He drove himself to rise to his knees. Trying to stand up, Frank had to grab onto the other boyys and tables with his good hand.  All of a sudden someone shouted, "HIT THE DECK!" Everybody, but Frank dropped to the ground. As he raised his head, Frank saw Paul chuck some sort of black object in the air. There was nothing to prepare him for the amount of pain that was about to hit him.  The black object seemed to explode into hundreds of little hard rubber balls that shot in every direction at what seemed like over 100 mph. One hit Frank straight in the shoulder, another in the cheek, then a few landed on his chest. Finally, the one that got him good hit him straight in the head and knocked him clear out...     Sorry about not writing for awhile guys. I just needed a break with everything going on and all. Hop you liked this chapter. Don't forget to comment and rate for me. Your guys feedback seems to help me inspire myself everytime.  Much love for yall!!