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“Hand it over,” I said as I picked up the scrawny freshman by his collar and pinned him against the locker.
“Please don’t take my lunch money,” he pleaded.
I held him there and reached into his coat pocket pulling out a handful of crumpled dollar bills.
As he pleaded for me to stop, I raised my first and jerked it forward, stopping inches from his face. He trembled and let out a yelp as a wet spot appeared on his pants. A chorus of laughter enveloped me as my four friends doubled over and howled.
Dropping the kid to the ground, tears began streaming down his cheeks.
“Why?” the little boy sniffled as he spoke.
“Why not? I’m the biggest and baddest at this school. The biggest and baddest in the whole town.”
I glanced behind me to make sure my friends nodded in agreement, which they did.
The kid rose to his feet and wiped the snot from his nose with his sleeve.
“Nuh-uh,” his voice cracked as he spoke, “My brother is two years older than me and he’s tougher than you and your friends combined!”
“Two?” I said smiling as my friends howled in laughter again. “Tell him to come to the park and we’ll see how tough he is.”
“He’ll be here, I promise,” the boy said as he shivered in the cold winter wind.
“If you lied to us,” I said shoving him, “I’ll…”
“I hear you’ve been picking on my little brother,” a deep voice bellowed from the woods.
A big grin crossed the freshman’s face. I felt the vibrations in the earth first. Then I felt a warm trickle run down my leg as I saw the freshman’s massive, baldheaded and one-eyed brother emerge from the woods.
“Oh no,” I uttered.