Wilbur strode proudly down the halls of his middle school when suddenly, he bumped into someone very roughly, "Sorry," He muttered, and heard an exasperated huff behind him.
After his seemingly endless math class he'd just had, he went to the locker to get some books for more "boring" classes. He jumped when he heard someone screech "OUCH!" next to him. The girl's fingers had gotten stuck in the locker door.
He gasped and quickly opened his locker back up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
"Sure you didn't," A sharp voice answered him.
He looked to actually see whom he was talking to. It was the same person he'd bumped into earlier, and she was also his mother. She huffed again, and stormed away, even angrier than before.
During lunch, a few hours after the previous incident, Wilbur was preparing to sit with his friends, Goob and Lewis when he tripped and sent "brown" mashed potatoes flying all over.
When he stood up to clean himself up, he realized he had ruined Franny's abstract dress. Fuming, she stomped over to Wilbur, nostrils flared. "That's IT! You and me after school, mister. I challenge you to a duel."
Wilbur let out a scoff of disbelief, then quickly regretted it.
"A Karate duel." She finished off. She left feeling quite satisfied with herself while leaving Wilbur aghast at what he's just heard. By then people were already crowding around him asking many different questions.
"Excuse me, Wilbur is it?" An English voice asked him.
Wilbur looked up to see a ginger boy a few years older than him. "I'm a journalist for the school newspaper. What was the reason that girl challenged you to such a thing?"
In Wilbur's spite, he told the whole story, with some twists of his own.
After his interview, Wilbur fled to Lewis for help. "Lewis! I need help! Your wife- I mean future wife, challenged me to a karate duel! I have no idea how to karate!"
Lewis sighed, "What did you do?"
"You should read the newspaper; I told that journalist everything," Wilbur replied.
Lewis' eyes widened, "You WHAT? You can't do that! You realize when Franny reads that… You didn't change anything, did you?"
"Urmm…" Wilbur stuttered, "Well, not really- I just- well…."
Lewis sighed, "Well, I don't know Karate, and I don't know how to bail you out of this mess. But, I know who would."
"Who?!" Wilbur grabbed Lewis by the shoulders.
"Franny," Lewis replied.
Wilbur rolled his eyes, "But-"
"Take a hint, Wilbur! Apologize, then you don't have to deal with a Karate you should hurry because school is almost over."
Wilbur winced, "Could I just not go…?"
Lewis sighed, exasperated, "Just do it, Wilbur," and he picked up his books, "Just humor me and do it." Lewis left.
Wilbur sighed, then thought up a plan.
He got a hold of Franny. "Hey Franny," He said, "Um," he stuck out his bottom lip, "I'm sorry, please no duel, I don't even know Karate!"
Franny scoffed, "Ha! You're just saying that because you're afraid to fight and lose to a girl."
Wilbur gasped, "NEVER. I just- well-"
"See you after school," Franny added coldly.
"Darn," He whispered. "Can we negotiate? I can pay you!" Wilbur called after her, but she paid no mind.
The last painful hours of school passed by and it was time for Wilbur to meet his match. He sneaked to the back doors hoping no one would see him and he could escape.
"Hey!"
"Darn," He whispered as he turned around to the voice, "Yeah…?"
It was Franny with a determined look on her face, "Time for the duel."
"Yay," Wilbur replied weakly.
They both stepped outside where some people were waiting, including Lewis and the journalist from earlier.
Some obnoxious people chanted "Fight!" while Franny got into her fighting stance. "Ready?"
"Uh-" Wilbur protested.
"GO!" She ran into a roundhouse kick, which Wilbur barely dodged.
She karate chopped him in the leg, and Wilbur lost his balance. She gave the final hit when she tripped him, and he crashed down into the floor.
Some people snickered, and some gasped at the sight.
Before Franny could hit him again, Wilbur protested, "Wait! Wait...wait… Okay… I'm sorry alright! All the stuff I did were accidents!"
The mysterious journalist asked, "You had described your previous encounters with Francine as intentional, and in "self-defense", does that mean you meant to change your answer to my question?"
Wilbur sighed deeply, "Yes. I maaaaaaaay have told an itty-bitty…" The people around waited for the response, "lie…"
Franny's expression was filled with rage, but before she could rant, Wilbur stopped her again, "And I'm sorry for that. And for your newspaper Mr. Journalist, and for this totally not interesting fight scene."
Some people groaned and started to leave.
Franny's expression seemed to relax a bit and she said sourly, "Fine. You get off easy this time."
Wilbur sighed relieved.
"BUT!" She continued, "If you so much as annoy me I will be sure to kick your butt after school with no mercy."
Wilbur looked at her thankfully. Franny smiled a bit and left content.
Lewis looked at the journalist, "You get all that?"
The journalist nodded, "Everything."
"Good," Lewis continued, "Then I don't have to write down all this in my notebook."
The journalist looked interested, "So you've written more of these 'adventures'?"
Lewis nodded, "You wanna see them?"
The journalist nodded.
They both started walking, then Lewis said, "But I have to know your name first."
"Well, my name is…"