It wasn’t as if anyone got hurt. And no one died, so from his perspective it had turned out really well. But apparently you weren’t allowed to pull out swords at school. Who knew?
“Are you even listening to me?” He nodded, of course he was listening, it’s kind of hard not to when she was yelling at him.
“Yes, Ma’am” his teacher sighed and leaned back into her, uncomfortable looking, leather chair.
“You put a lot of the other children in danger with that stunt. You will write a formal apology to be put on the school advertisement boards”. He groaned, he had expected this happening but had been hoping that he wouldn’t have to. He agreed and she sent him back to his class.
“So, how did it go?” the too chipper voice carried itself to his ears and he rolled his eyes.
“Oh, you know, got yelled at, and got told to write an apology to the whole school”. The boy the too chipper voice belonged to laughed.
“You going to do it properly his time?” the question almost lost in giggles came. He raised his eyebrows in mock hurt.
“Why, are you accusing me of not being serious?” the burst of laughter came again.
“Nah, I’m accusing you of being too concerned with your image, Dave”. With that the chipper boy shrugged. It was at least slightly true what he had said though and Dave knew that. The tall, blond boy had made himself an image of the cool kid, and he wasn’t going to spoil it with an apology that he didn’t mean.
“You know me too well, my friend. I’m afraid that I may have to kill you” more laughter.