No Fighting In The War Room

No Fighting In The War Room

So, where did this come from? To be completely honest, I have no idea xD I did it in English class. We had to write a short story and this is how mine turned out xD. Sorry for the crappiness of it.

I was sat on the blue polka dotted beanbag, a sigh passed through my lips. Connie and Mary were still arguing.

A girl with bright-blonde hair and brown eyes was glaring at another girl; she had short dark brown hair and reddish brown eyes. Connie, the blonde, had her left hand on her hip and was pointing with her other hand at Mary.

“We are meant to be looking for maps for history!” Connie spat, narrowing her eyes further at the brunette.

“Oh? And I suppose you even know what the maps we need look like? You’re just a dumb blonde!!” Mary argued back.

I growled quietly, would they ever shut up?

“Oh sure, and you are as smart as you look? Haha! Don’t make me laugh!” Connie mocked.

I rubbed my temples in frustration. Damn…I won’t hear the end of this, when this petty argument is over.

“Oh no you didn’t, you-“ Mary was cut short of her rant when I shouted one of the most stupidest and irrelevant things I have in my life.

“NO FIGHTING IN THE WAR ROOM!”

Connie and Mary both stopped their argument and turned to face me. They both held shocked expressions. Connie started laughing hysterically suddenly.

“Hahahah- oh, my god! Hahaha! That made NO sense whatsoever. Where else are we meant to ‘fight’ of we cannot fight in the war room? Hahaha…

I went over what I had said in my mind. Connie was right…it made no sense at all.

“Wait, what? I don’t get it,” Mary said, oblivious to what I had just said.

I bit my lip to suppress a fit of giggles, it wasn’t much though, but...it was all I could do to keep a straight face.