17 F I F T E E N T H

"So she just bursted out?" Ms. A asks the miserable boy that's been down since the start of the day.

"I'm at fault too. I accidently yelled at them for just not coming up with a stupid plan," As he heaves a deep sigh, he rests his face on his palm.

"Maybe you should try apologizing to her. Saying sorry always helps," The woman gives off a motherly, soothing smile.

"In our entire friendship, this is the first time we fought like this," With sad eyes, the kid speaks.

"They're your friends. They will forgive you no matter what, especially her," Ms. A's hand travels to his back to pat it. "So I suggest, you should go to them,"

The lady makes a stand and head for the door. Not before wishing him a good luck.

He was left sitting in a quiet empty room. Twiddling with his fingers, hesitantly thinking if he'll be going to them or not.