“Do you know what happens to cheaters, Henry?!” Screamed Jack.

“I didn’t cheat,” said Henry, desperately trying to calm Jack down.

“Yes you did, when I went to get a drink!”

“Jack, slow down. We can talk about this.”

Jack slowly began to walk forward, Henry mirroring him backwards.

“Stop it Jack, stop!” Henry cried. Jack rushed forward and rugby tackled him to the ground, twisting his arm behind his back.

Henry screamed, and a second later they heard a snap. Jack got off the now sobbing boy.

“So you broke my arm because I’m good at chess?” Henry muttered.

“What was that?” Asked Jack.

“Nothing,” Henry sniffed, clutching his arm.