Rules
"You did WHAT?" Jazz asked in disbelief.
Danny crossed his arms and pouted. "I ran down the hallway and when I turned the corner, crashed into Mr. Lancer, who fell and broke his wrist. Now will you stop? I feel bad enough."
"You wouldn't feel so bad if you followed the rules. Like, no running in the halls."
Danny rolled his eyes. "That's a dumb rule. This was just a coincident. Next time I'll slow down at the corners."
"Did you learn nothing from this?"
"I just said I'd slow down at the corners. If that's not learning something I don't know what is."
Jazz shook her head. "You are unbelievable."
Danny shrugged. "Hey, if YOU didn't follow the rules so much maybe you wouldn't be so uptight."
Jazz gasped. "I am NOT uptight."
Danny was about to reply when his cell gave a ping. Danny looked at the message. "No way! DOOM 2 is out! I gotta go meet Tucker at the mall."
Danny ran out of his room and down the stairs...only to trip and tumble the rest of the way down head first the rest of the way.
Jazz looked at her brother, who was crumpled in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, moaning and holding his left arm in pain. She grabbed her keys, ready for a long trip to the hospital.
"You know, if you followed rules like I do, like the no running on the stairs rule, you just might live to see 15, Danny."