"Dirk Edward Stevens!"
Blond curls danced upon his head as he turned to face the teacher. Blood ran from his nose and his eye was already starting to bruise. His light brown eyes, flecked with gold, were wide with anger, fear. He shook with adrenaline. His fist was poised, ready to strike his worst enemy in the entire 5th grade at Appalachian Elementary and Nursery School.
"Rodney Eugene Mora!"
The school bully, bigger than most of the other kids by about 50 pounds and a head taller than them, too. His face was scrunched up, prepared for the fist that Dirk had drawn back. Just like most bullies, Rodney was not prepared for a fight. The new kid, Dirk, was proving to be not worth the time or trouble. As Rodney turned big, pitiful brown eyes on the teacher, alligator tears welled up in his eyes. "He won't leave me alone, Mrs. White! He keeps hitting me!"
It had started earlier, during lunch hour. Dirk and Rodney had eaten lunch, and Rodney had picked Dirk out as a perfect target. Dirk was a thin boy, waifish almost. Dirk dressed nicely, so, to Rodney, Dirk had to have had money, of course. And, Dirk was the new guy. Rodney had spent his entire academic career, up to this point, proving to the other children just who ran the playground.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing?" Rodney's voice came from behind Dirk. A shove to Dirk's shoulder sent him sprawling to the ground. Loud, raucous laughter from Rodney as Dirk lay there. That laughter quickly died as Rodney gained a look of horror as Dirk jumped up and lunged at the bigger boy. Dirk's arms caught the boy around the waist, his shoulder hit Rodney's stomach hard and both boys fell back onto the asphalt.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" A chorus of voices, both male and female started to chant as a crowd of children quickly surrounded the combatants. The sea of voices quickly died away as teachers moved in. Mrs. White grabbed Dirk by the belt and lifted him easily off of Rodney. The Principal, Mr. Berk, reached for and pulled Rodney to a stand, keeping his hand firmly upon the boy's shoulder.
The circle of children parted like the Red Sea when Dirk and Rodney were led into the Administrative Building, and directly into Mr. Berk's office. "How many times, Rodney, do I have to warn you about keeping your hands and your mouth to yourself?" Rodney squirmed under Mr. Berk's choleric gaze. Then that gaze turned on to Dirk. "And you, Mr. Stevens. Only your second day and already you're in my office.' Mr. Berk then took a seat on the edge of his desk, hands curled around the edge of the wood. He continued to stare at the boys, who tried to look anywhere but at each other or the Principal. "Detention, both of you. Maybe banging erasers will get that fight out of you. Now go back to class."
Dirk spent the rest of the day, quietly reflecting on what had happened. His parents had been informed, already, so they wouldn't worry when their only son was late coming home from school. He knew the consequences of his actions and it made him sick to his stomach. To make himself feel better, he twirled and smoothed out the bracelet of yarn on his wrist. Given to him by Abigail, his baby sister, Dirk wore it proudly. Abigail had been born with Down's Syndrome, so the fact that she could piece together the braided yarn, and present it to Dirk with one of the few words she had learned to say, "Duhk."
"What's that, sissy? Rodney sneered as he walked by Dirk's desk. Dirk's vexed expression caused Rodney to take a step back. "Dirk's a sissy, with a retarded baby sister!" Rodney laughed until he had to hold his stomach.
Dirk could only take so much of the stupid boy's laughing. His eyes narrowed and his jaw set indignantly. His little hands curled and uncurled in fists at his side. He rose up from his desk and gave Rodney a hard push, causing the bigger boy to stumble. It also got him to stop laughing.
"Teach you a lesson, sissyboy!" Rodney rounded on Dirk and his fist flew, smacking Dirk in the eye. Instantly Dirk saw a flash of bright white and he felt his nose start to bleed. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Rodney by the shoulders, leaned forward and placed a well trained knee to Rodney's groin.
Rodney fell back, gasping, holding himself. His eyes closed and his mouth a perfect oval of agony. Dirk just smiled down at him, wiping the blood from his own nose. "Who's the sissy now?"
Blond curls danced upon his head as he turned to face the teacher. Blood ran from his nose and his eye was already starting to bruise. His light brown eyes, flecked with gold, were wide with anger, fear. He shook with adrenaline. His fist was poised, ready to strike his worst enemy in the entire 5th grade at Appalachian Elementary and Nursery School.
"Rodney Eugene Mora!"
The school bully, bigger than most of the other kids by about 50 pounds and a head taller than them, too. His face was scrunched up, prepared for the fist that Dirk had drawn back. Just like most bullies, Rodney was not prepared for a fight. The new kid, Dirk, was proving to be not worth the time or trouble. As Rodney turned big, pitiful brown eyes on the teacher, alligator tears welled up in his eyes. "He won't leave me alone, Mrs. White! He keeps hitting me!"
It had started earlier, during lunch hour. Dirk and Rodney had eaten lunch, and Rodney had picked Dirk out as a perfect target. Dirk was a thin boy, waifish almost. Dirk dressed nicely, so, to Rodney, Dirk had to have had money, of course. And, Dirk was the new guy. Rodney had spent his entire academic career, up to this point, proving to the other children just who ran the playground.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing?" Rodney's voice came from behind Dirk. A shove to Dirk's shoulder sent him sprawling to the ground. Loud, raucous laughter from Rodney as Dirk lay there. That laughter quickly died as Rodney gained a look of horror as Dirk jumped up and lunged at the bigger boy. Dirk's arms caught the boy around the waist, his shoulder hit Rodney's stomach hard and both boys fell back onto the asphalt.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" A chorus of voices, both male and female started to chant as a crowd of children quickly surrounded the combatants. The sea of voices quickly died away as teachers moved in. Mrs. White grabbed Dirk by the belt and lifted him easily off of Rodney. The Principal, Mr. Berk, reached for and pulled Rodney to a stand, keeping his hand firmly upon the boy's shoulder.
The circle of children parted like the Red Sea when Dirk and Rodney were led into the Administrative Building, and directly into Mr. Berk's office. "How many times, Rodney, do I have to warn you about keeping your hands and your mouth to yourself?" Rodney squirmed under Mr. Berk's choleric gaze. Then that gaze turned on to Dirk. "And you, Mr. Stevens. Only your second day and already you're in my office.' Mr. Berk then took a seat on the edge of his desk, hands curled around the edge of the wood. He continued to stare at the boys, who tried to look anywhere but at each other or the Principal. "Detention, both of you. Maybe banging erasers will get that fight out of you. Now go back to class."
Dirk spent the rest of the day, quietly reflecting on what had happened. His parents had been informed, already, so they wouldn't worry when their only son was late coming home from school. He knew the consequences of his actions and it made him sick to his stomach. To make himself feel better, he twirled and smoothed out the bracelet of yarn on his wrist. Given to him by Abigail, his baby sister, Dirk wore it proudly. Abigail had been born with Down's Syndrome, so the fact that she could piece together the braided yarn, and present it to Dirk with one of the few words she had learned to say, "Duhk."
"What's that, sissy? Rodney sneered as he walked by Dirk's desk. Dirk's vexed expression caused Rodney to take a step back. "Dirk's a sissy, with a retarded baby sister!" Rodney laughed until he had to hold his stomach.
Dirk could only take so much of the stupid boy's laughing. His eyes narrowed and his jaw set indignantly. His little hands curled and uncurled in fists at his side. He rose up from his desk and gave Rodney a hard push, causing the bigger boy to stumble. It also got him to stop laughing.
"Teach you a lesson, sissyboy!" Rodney rounded on Dirk and his fist flew, smacking Dirk in the eye. Instantly Dirk saw a flash of bright white and he felt his nose start to bleed. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Rodney by the shoulders, leaned forward and placed a well trained knee to Rodney's groin.
Rodney fell back, gasping, holding himself. His eyes closed and his mouth a perfect oval of agony. Dirk just smiled down at him, wiping the blood from his own nose. "Who's the sissy now?"