There was no warning. There was the sound of a bike hitting the ground, purposeful footsteps, and then a heavy hit. There was quick shouting, a scuffle, and through it all, one kid saying, "You wanna fight? YOU WANNA FIGHT?!" There was another strike of flesh against flesh. "Then fight me, you weasels! Come on! I'm right here, c'mon! I'll fight ya all night!"
It was definitely not a Kansas accent, that was for sure. Standing there in the cluster of boys who had been picking on the other boy was one who now stood between them, fists raised, no hint of a bruise or blood on him even though there were now two kids, one clutching his nose and the other his eye, looking like they were going to cry. But this one didn't look repentant in the least.
"What about it? I thought you guys wanted to fight!" he taunted, stepping toward them, stubborn, confronting, and then laughing. "What? You guys cowards? Only wanna fight somebody who won't throw a punch back? Chickens, all of ya. Get outta here, go back home. Go feed some chickens so you fit in!"
His foot scuffed across the ground, kicking loose gravel and chunks of dirt toward the lot of them as they backed off.
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It was definitely not a Kansas accent, that was for sure. Standing there in the cluster of boys who had been picking on the other boy was one who now stood between them, fists raised, no hint of a bruise or blood on him even though there were now two kids, one clutching his nose and the other his eye, looking like they were going to cry. But this one didn't look repentant in the least.
"What about it? I thought you guys wanted to fight!" he taunted, stepping toward them, stubborn, confronting, and then laughing. "What? You guys cowards? Only wanna fight somebody who won't throw a punch back? Chickens, all of ya. Get outta here, go back home. Go feed some chickens so you fit in!"
His foot scuffed across the ground, kicking loose gravel and chunks of dirt toward the lot of them as they backed off.