The Wall

"So what now, Coach?" Last Year's Superstar yelled. "Wall drill?"

The Coach cleared his throat. "Yeah. Wall would be good."

"Cool! I'll start." Donning a mask and taking up a foil, LYS walked to the far side of the cafeteria, the wall opposite the large windows. LYS turned his back to one of the tables, rolled up vertically on large wheels covered in dust-covered grime.

"And who do we have first?" he asked, as Butch approached.

"My family calls me Billy," he said in an affected tone of nobility, "but I prefer the name, Butch." He brought the hilt of his foil up to his face, and extended it vertically in salute.

LYS swiped his foil sharply, clanging loudly again Butch's. "This is a drill, you clown," he said. "You don't salute in a drill!"