The Typical Lunch

On Tuesday, Abby and Malarie were having their typical lunch, at their usual table. They knew that soon, Marci and Daniel would wander in. Like they usually do. This day, however, they were a bit later than normal.
Everything went as usual, like it normally did. They ate, Malarie begged, and they all talked about marching band, a big part in most of their lives.
"So Abby," started Mal, "how do you feel, being the only non-marching band member at the table?"
"Well," Abby started slowly, " I used to be okay with it, but now I'm very insecure. Thank you Mal for making me paranoid!"
Malarie just laughed, and she hung her head to hide her laughter from the rest of the world. Her face turned red, and she started gasping for air, as what generally was done at the table when they exchanged running gags, and made new inside jokes.
"Don't die Mal." Joked Abby. This only made it worse, and soon Malarie was coughing, and her ribcage started to hurt. Daniel and Marci didn't seem to get the joke, and of all people, they should have. They were the ones who were going back to band for another season. They seemed as though they didn't even know what band was. They played it off pretty well though. No one even noticed anything until they, Daniel and Marci, started eating.
Every day at lunch, Daniel would accompany every bite he took with the usual sound of "ahm." Today, he seemingly ate like a normal person. Because Mal has attention deficit disorder, she tends to grab detail as a result of not paying attention to any one thing for an extended period of time, and she picked up on the unusual serenity of Daniel's eating habits. She leaned in towards Abby to whisper this queer findind in her ear.
"Abby, watch. Daniel isn't saying 'ahm.'" They both watched as Daniel took a soundless bite of a french fry.
"Oh my God, he didn't say 'ahm.'" said Abby.
"Well thank you Captain Obvious for that stunning report!" said Mal. "I know that! I told you! I think there's something wrong with this picture here."
"That can't really be Daniel." Noted Abby.
"That can't really be Marci either!" exclaimed Malarie. "Look! she bought her own food! They both bought their own food! Imposters I tell you! Imposters!"
"Just pretend like we know nothing. We'll be safer that way." sais Abby.
"Ask them a question that only they would know the answer to." suggested Malarie.
"Yeah okay, how about,"Marci, what's you'r name?"
"Right, like that'll work." Criticized Malarie. "Ask them about their pets. Yeah, ask Marci about her cats."
"Good idea, but we'd have to fit it into conversation. I can't just start out saying 'cats cats cats.' when they're talking about 'band band band." said Abby.
"Ah ha! I see." Mal said, pondering over what they should do about their little delimma. "So, Abby," said Mal, very loud and cotrney. "Do you have a dog?" she asked even though she already knew the answer.
"Why no, Mal, I don't have a dog." answered Abby, mocking Mal's tone.
"I think you should ask Marci about her cats; ask her what their names are." Mal suggested to abby in the same cheesy tone that this conversation began with.
Then Daniel piped up, and said, "That are you guys doing? You're being really weird!" That did is for Malarie.
"See! I told you it wasn't really Daniel!" she screamed. "If it were, he would have known that we always act so strangely!" She pointed to Daniel. "Imposter! Who are you, and what have you done with the real Daniel?" she demanded. Then Marci joined in and started pelting Malarie with french fries.
"Mal you psycho, calm down!"
"And you! You are in on it too! I'm on to your little secret! I'm going to expose you!" cried Mal.
"Oh no!" Marci said overdramatising, "Anything but that! I must stop you!" She continued throwing fires at Malarie. "Feel the wrath of the french fries!"
At this, they all bursted into laughter. Their game was done for the day, and the lunchbell rang. Another typically usual day at Ben Davis High School.