Week Thirty-Five(June 22- June 27) Topic: Gamboling
Winner: Clare
Beating Up Bullies
By Clare
“Hey, what does gamboling mean,” asked a little red headed kid, who looked about nine or ten years old. Too bad the kid was stupid enough to ask one of the high school bullies. Come on, really? What was a kid doing around here at a high school anyway? And why the heck would he pick the big mean looking guys in the skull attire to ask a question to? Little kids could be so stupid sometimes.
“How the hell would I know?!” the bully snapped, shoving the kid hard onto the ground.
“I know what it means!” shouted one of his buddies, which surprises me, because they all have a brain equal to or less than that of a sheep. “We just had that one today in Composition. It goes a little like this kid: the cute little deer was gamboling through the forest when the pack of wolves came and took it out mercilessly. Blood everywhere and everything.” They all sniggered as the kid’s lower lip quivered.
They really were bugging me, so I marched up and grabbed the kid by his backpack and lifted him up. “Why do you have to be so mean?” I demanded. The kid had to sense to run off then. Hey, stupidity can only go so far apparently. Maybe.
It took a few seconds for them to process my question, before one of them said, “Cause we can,” in and arrogant obnoxious voice. I rolled my eyes and turned to leave. One of them grabbed me by the arm and said, “Where do you think you’re going?”
I groaned inwardly. We may be in front of the school yard, but almost everyone had already gotten on the busses, and those left made no move to come help. I turned around slowly and said, “Come on, let go.” I didn’t want to have to deal with this now. There were three bigger guys and one smaller one who just tagged along. They were kinda outnumbering me.
“What’s the matter, sugar?” the smaller one asked snidely.
Sugar? Puh-lease. “Let go, or I’ll make you,” I said, testily. It was a mistake.
They all started laughing. I mean, I can’t really blame them. Four guys against a smallish fifteen year old girl with short blond hair? I probably looked like I couldn’t take out a butterfly.
“Gimme a kiss and I’ll let you go,” the one holding me announced. This was a new tactic, usually they went with ‘pound your face in’ or ‘stick your head in a toilet.’ This one may have been even worse though, seeing as how on a list of who anyone would want to kiss, they’d come in somewhere between 100,000 and 200,059. Yeah, ouch.
He thrust his ugly face in my bubble and I wondered if I could possibly file a sexual assault attempt against him. I considered for about five seconds before letting my ten years of martial arts take over. In seconds he was curled up in a fetal position on the grass, groaning. The others looked at me in shock, and then anger with a little anticipation was in their eyes. They all rushed me, which I thought was a little cliquish (they always end up doing that “You hurt my buddy, you die” thing. Pathetic, and quite stupid.) I took out the smaller one with a roundhouse kick before they were close enough to challenge me. The other two were more difficult. One threw a sloppy punch which I deflected easily enough, but the other one grabbed me from behind before I could kick out again. It was your typical bear hold from behind. He squeezed and knocked the breath out of me. I struggled for a few moments to give him a false security then abruptly dropped to the ground, taking him by surprise. I slipped out, but he recovered quickly and grabbed me around my neck. This one was easy enough. I just got a firm hold on his arms and dropped again to my knees. The momentum forced the big guy right over my head on the ground next to his fellow bully who seemed to be recovering. I jumped up and spun around. Sure enough there was the forth one advancing, with a fire in his eyes. I just shook my head sadly and kicked with a simple straight-in kick, right in his solar plexus. All the air whooshed out of his body and he crumpled. The others were getting up, but none of them seemed to want to engage me again. I just rolled my eyes. Served them right, but I would probably have a few bruised tomorrow. Stupid kids. Too bad their brains were so small. I walked off, noticing the other kids on the grounds (mostly composed of nerds and wimps: hence the non assistance) were looking at me with a mixture if amazement and confusion. I had to laugh. Which made them give me “omg-freaky-insane-girl” looks. Ha ha, whatever.
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