“Did I mention how much I hate those kids?” Amit spat. Darshit nodded “Yes, thirty- six times.” “Okay, admit it. We're going to run away.” Himnish looked at his friends, half expecting them to agree with him. “Nah, let's do it. It's only a stupid challenge anyway.” Darshit replied. “Don't get too optimistic, Darshit. Those maniacs can do anything,” Amit warned. “With cheating, of course.” “Oh really?” Darshit spat sarcastically. “You were the one who agreed, mister.” “Right now, let's just go home. We'll deal with them tomorrow at school.” Himnish sighed and looked away from his watch. It all had started in the morning, on a normal day. Darshit, Himnish, and Amit, the three friends sat in detention dreading that the beady eyed teacher, Mrs. Sharma takes off her creepy glare from them. Rushing out as the bell rang through the halls they headed for the cafeteria. That's when they found out about the cooking competition five days later. But of