Dick Weiner Jr.

One kid had his shoulders and one was wailing on his gut and, for a moment, Dicky felt numb enough to put himself in his assailants’ shoes. They had to beat him up. Bully code. He wasn’t a real kid to them, he was just a cartoon. A cartoon that bruised.

They let go of his shoulders, but before he could catch his breath, they whacked him in the chest with a skateboard. Something cracked.

That night, when his dad asked him what happened, he said, “Some kids were practicing karate at recess and I got in the way again.”

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Title by: Laura
Story by: Nick

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