Random moments

It was sword against sword, a battle to the death. Sean throw up his kopesh in just enough time to dodge Mel's attack as she lunged forward with her sword about you pierce his gut. "Give up meat head I want my cupcake back NOW." Mel screamed at him with one swift move Sean was able to fit the whole cupcake in his mouth and start chewing while dodging her sword by only centimeters. "Tho you wanth ith backth nowth?" Sean asked mocking her with a mouth full of cupcake. "Ahhhhh, I am going to kill you, "she screamed at him lunging her sword to his throat. But this time Sean was not able to fling his sword up in defense since he was having difficulty trying to chew an entire cupcake at one time. Mel grabbed his sword and through it to the other side of the room 'oh crap too late this lace is really going to kill me' thought Sean as he was pressed up against the wall with Mel's sword at his throat and no escape plan. "What on Geb's form is going on in here?" asked Sadie as she entered the room with a less than happy look on her face. "He ate my cupcake!" screamed Mel in defense as she withdrew her sword from Sean's face. Sean breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh no mister you're not off the hook yet" Sadie said which made him take it back. "Do you want it back?" Sadie asked Mel as if she were talking to a two year old.

"Well no,"

"Then why are you fighting him?"

" . . ." Mel opened her mouth but no words came out

"And you mister why did you take her cupcake?"

"I was hungry so . . . "

"Whatever, say you're sorry to each other NOW"

"NO WAY!" each of them screamed and stormed off to the other corners of the room.

"Say you're sorry or I'll make you sorry about it." Sadie screamed getting frustrated with the impossible teenagers. "Why should I say sorry to him he took my cupcake?" "Because you had him pinned against the wall about to kill him so say you are sorry"

"Sorry" they both said in disgust. "Now don't you feel better?" Sadie asked cheerfully. They both nodded and walked out of the room whispering to each other ideas to get back at her.

Oh this was going to be good . . .