WARNING: Story contains mild gore and some strong language. Be advised.
AN: Woohoo, Fency here! Free of War! FREE OF THE QUICKLY! YAYYYYYY! Anyway, here, have this. It’s a comedy, I swear. I promise, it’a a comedy, okay???
“Yo, Hex! What’d I miss yesterday?” A boy called out to Hex from halfway across the courtyard, waving frantically.
The boy called Hex looked over to where his friend, Jordan Wright, was shouting across the campus’ courtyard, and sighed. Hex decided to wait for a moment before responding: “In most classes, just a lecture. However, we did get an essay in English Lit. You’ll probably be fine, our teacher will just give it to you today. Other than that, the other Jordan was smack-talking you. Said something about real men not letting a little stuffy nose keep them down.”
Jordan stared at Hex. “You’re kidding me. That midget thinks he’s a real man? HAH! That midget can’t even reach the cupboards!”
“Oi! Who you calling a midget, midget!” A boy who couldn’t have been an inch shorter than Jordan showed up, retorting to Jordan almost instantly.
“Speaketh of the devil and he shalt appear,” Hex remarked, stepping off to the side to let the two boys named Jordan fight it out.
“I’m calling you a midget, shortie!”
“You’re only two centimeters taller, dwarf!”
Wright’s face contorted in fury. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you go back to the North Pole? I heard Santa wanted his little helper back!”