Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-5385060-20171004181623

Milo walked in. "Hey, Hattrick, I saw some punk messing about with your car about ten minutes ago. If you run, you might catch them."

Mr. Hattrick ran out the door, shouting that he would get that hoodlum expelled.

Milo headed down to the stage, to join the band.

"What did you do?" Jo asked.

"Nothing!" Milo insisted. The smirk he was unable to conceal made it clear he had messed with Hattrick's car, and the pompous old windbag wouldn't find him.