Bury the hatchet

“Fine, I guess you did apologize. I´ll give you back your clothes, but only if you agree to no more pranks from now on, ok? This little war ends here, with your surrender.”

“…ok.”

“Say it. Say: Nicole, I promise not to play another prank on you because you have beaten me. I, Sabrina, was a fool to try and fight you.”

“Seriously?” You nod your head.

Sabrina sighs. “Nicole, I promise not to play another prank on you because you have beaten me. I, Sabrina, was a fool to try and fight you.”

“Excellent, now come in. I´ll give your clothes back.” And so, like a reverse Caesar and Vercingetorix, you have beaten your rival and ended the war.

Your **** might not have been exactly an eye for an eye, but you are happy with the result. While a dark part of you wanted to push this further, your conscience had more weight on your choice. Now you can look forward to spending more peaceful summer days here at the camp.

THE END