''Jaime you four eyed toad'', the bully said ''It's your turn.''
Such simple words, so much unsaid... But I didn't need any further information. I'd seen others after their 'turn'. It hadn't been a pretty sight.
Tactics were usually the same: two holding while George harmed the victim with his meaty fists. The unfortunate person would lie on the ground in agony.
To say I was scared, would be a huge understatement. I was petrified. The fog swirled around, isolating us. I sweated in this cold air, knowing what was waiting for me.
''What's up toad? Don't ya want ya pretty face smashed up?''
''Why don't you leave me alone?Go annoy someone else!'' As I said it, my pen fell out of my top pocket on to the ground.
''You throwin' your pens at me toad face?!'' George asked with angriness in his voice, searching for any excuse to start hitting me. I didn't want him to find an excuse.
He stood there hands on his hips, wearing his school blaer, trousers and his one-white shirt.
''Don't be silly, it just fell otu of my pocket and landed on the ground.'' I murmured.
''Don't call George silly, four-eyes!!!'' one of his buds said.
''I didn't call you silly, I just said that I didn't throw that pen at you.''
I was answered with a heavy push in the chest. The first sign of physical violence. It was followed by another push, but this time from the aggressive George.
''Won't ya stay and fight? Bloody little coward!''
He was right, I was a coward, so scared I couldn't run, even if I wanted to, even if there was somewhere to go. Again the palms of his massive hand stabbed me at my
chest and again I staggered back. I felt the impact of his hands long after they arrogantly returned to his hips, My only consolation, that the fog prevented my defeat
being witnessed. However I couldn't hide behind a curtain of fog. It had to be all or nothing. ''George'' I started uncertainly, but from nowhere an idea into my head
,I had no confidenc but it was forth atry, ''I know you can beat me, I don't doubt it, but George just remember on thing: When I hit the ground so will your front teeth.
Is beauting me up worth losing your teeth. I will not be afraid to punch you directly to your teeth''
The reaction from the overweight George was almost comical. He looked lost.
''Er.. Er...'' he murmured '' You're not worth the worth the effort... You're just a little toad! Go! Go, before i change my mind!''
That's what I did, I walked away...
