Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 83

“I-I’m terribly sorry!” Will feebly squeaked out, startling me. “Had I kept my loose-lipped mouth
shut none of this would have ever happened!”
“Oh… It’s fine, really. I shouldn’t have reacted as I did at some silly debate. I guess we were just
too caught up in applying knowledge with compassion.” I smiled lazily.
The teacher glanced at both of us, realised that the conflict between us had already been solved,
and subsequently let us leave the classroom without so much as a warning. Talk about being lucky. As the
two of us strode out of class, anxious to get home, I look over my shoulder and I see a completely different
person in Will’s place. He seemed more mature and relaxed, and he seemed like a genuinely interesting
person with an intriguing demeanour, something I never really noticed before.
As we went our separate ways down the hall, I surprise myself and turn back, shouting down the
hall towards him.
“ Do you want to hang out sometime?”