Frink Is A Freak
He saw them, jeering at him. His brown hair spread out on his head, his buckteeth, his thick glasses, they were ready to give him another hard time.
He walked in, trying to look unafraid, but still sweating. They were staring at him, mostly because no one else wore glasses beside him. Even the ones who were supposed to wear glasses. Watching television shows they were something like five years too young for had thought them that people with glasses are smart freaks that need to be bullied.
John Frink was the only boy in the class to wear glasses, so he was the only one bullied. He walked slowly, his backpack on his, well, back, towards the door.
But then, out of nowhere, his backpack was abruptly grabbed and pulled back. John fell to the ground and saw the other boys gather around him. He saw one of them raise his fist. He shut his eyes quickly.
It was quick and swift. The glasses broke in two and fell to the ground. Next, it was a kick, in the hip. It hurt more then a bunch of laughs, I can tell you that.
After that kick, came another kick, this time in the… um… manly parts. It seriously hurt (well, what did you EXPECT?), and by now John was crying.
"Stop it! Stop It! Now! Gah-Hoiven!"
"Did you hear that, boys? Frink-Freak wants us to stop. Well, how about we leave him alone?"
The other boys shook their heads no.
"That's what I wanted." The boy cracked his knuckles.
It continued, until the bell rang. The kids ran inside and sat at their tables. The teacher came in and placed her books on the table. "Now kids. Today we are going to learn science."
John wasn't expecting anything special, until he actually heard all of it. It was magical, mystifying. He never saw anything like science before, and he loved it.
When the teacher finished, she turned to the class. "So, what did you think of science kids? How about you, John?"
"I love science, Miss! Gah-Hoiven Durgem!"
Unfortunately, that happy outburst was to get John Frink another beating after school.
THE END