<div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#FFFF80; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:black; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #FFFF80">Ethan Drake Black</span> smiled at Mrs. Warrender as she told him he'd saved her life. He chuckled happily at her statement more then happy that she was pleased with the repairs. He finished pulling out the paperwork and gave her a slight sad look, "I'm very sorry to say Mrs. Warrender, but I had to replace the whole window. The crack was too big to fix easily. So it'll be a little more then I first told you. But I won't charge you for the extra labour in fixing it," he added. He always tried to be fair with his pricing. He'd first quoted her fifty dollars to fix it. But since he'd had to put in a new windshield it had come up to just over a hundred dollars. <br/><br/>"The total is $125.96," he said he kept his tone very polite as he always did with everyone, but his face showed the expression of regret at having to charge her more. He didn't like to charge her too much after all. She was always so good to him. Like with all of his customers he didn't charge extra for the parts. He charged them exactly what he paid for it so he was able to keep his prices nice and low. Which was something his father had always done. He could hear his dad's voice [i]now son, you don't ever over charge your customers because when you do they'll go elsewhere. You don't need to make more then enough to feed the family and keep the land.[i] It was the same philosophy he lived by. He lived simply and hoped that by doing so good karma would come his way. He placed the paperwork on the desk so that Mrs. Warrender could see exactly what it was he'd charged her for. He turned around and pulled her keys off the board he kept in his office just for that purpose.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">— - — - —</div><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">Sarah Black</span> didn't care what the teacher had to say. She was Mrs. Ellie and therefore Sarah didn't care to listen to her. The child gave a yawn and looked down at the page. Noting she'd already read it. Her hand shot into the air and she glowered at the teacher. Her other hand resting on her book which she'd been reading before class started. Opening and closing over the cover as if debating if she should read it instead. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF80">Alan Black</span> leaned back in his seat and glared his open dislike for the teacher as she spoke. Her tone was something he knew right off would set him off into his worst mood. He looked over at his sister as he noticed her hand going up in the air and gave a wicked grin. He still refused to take out his book. Instead he started whistling a tune he quite enjoyed while waiting for Sarah to ask her question before he would start into mischief.</div></div></div></div>