Monologue

I’ve racked my brain pretty hard for this story as I’ve usually kept my life boring or as simple as can be. Although I do remember one time in high school, where me and one of my friends were sparing with 2 meter long sticks we found in the room. Now we were cutting class and staying in the computer room of the school, our domain as we were the technicians of the school. So we were bored we started sparing. Now we had done this many times before just for fun, where we would block attack and if we managed to hit the other person we would back away and start over. However this time was different. We started off like usual. However one particular strike left my friend cursing in pain. he was holding his hand, when uncovered his thumb was swollen. At this point we were due to go to our next class. While me and some of my spectating friends went to class, my sparring partner went to the nurse. An hour later I see him again with one of those small casts on his thumb. It turns out I broke his thumb. So after that he stopped sparring with me or anyone else for that matter.