What's cool in high school?

Apparently, Spamroll sushi.

          So yesterday this kid named J.J., a sophomore from my Spanish class was sitting at the same lunch table as me.

            "Dude, what is that rank smell?"

            "Ummm, J., what is it in your lunch that smells like that?" and similar comments. He reached daringly into his paper sack and pulled out what appeared to be a giant piece of sushi.

            Now when I say giant, I mean GIANT. We're talking more than a foot long and about six inches wide, plus it was some four inches thick.

            "What IS that?'

            "G., I dare you to take a bite of that!"

            "No way!"

            "Show it to A.! Five dollars she'll faint."

            The hunk of sushi was passed around, inspected by everyone (though never taken out of the plastic wrap that covered it). Everyone wanted to know what it tasted like, but no one wanted to eat it.

            "Oh, fine! I'll take a bite!" said a kid named T.R. We cheered him on as bit into the sushi.

            He swallowed with a pained expression on his face and looked around. He looked a little green, and I actually mean it. His face had developed a slightly green tint, but that might have been due to dysfunctional cafeteria lighting.

            "Spam! There's no fish in there, that's SPAM, J." T. R. proclaimed after a few quick gulps of water.

            "Seriously? It's Spam?" Everyone was talking at once. Eventually, we all just forgot about the sushi and went back to our lunches.

            At least, we did until G. H. found a note in her lunch bag from her mom.

            "Your mom still makes your lunch?" J.J. said.

            "Yep."

            "Wow, I wish my mom made mine," he said as he reluctantly bit into his sushi.