How the Torn Prince died. We'll call him, um, Tom.
'No! Leave me alone! I'll tell my older brother!' yet another victim sentenced to being forced into a garbage can.
Tom was 16 and was good at what he did, which was being the all around bully. He loved throwing people into garbage cans, giving them swirlies, and other meaningless punishment for not being "cool". His so-called friends stuck by him only to keep their asses out of a dumpster.
'Go ahead. Tell your brother on me.' Mocking laughs from Tom and company. The 14 year old boy looked down and a tear crawled down his unclean face. 'What now? You gona cry, baby?' Tom's friends began to make crying sounds and saying 'I want my mommy', only to laugh after.
'Shut up!' Tom swung his cherished base ball bat at them and they moved away, staying in complete silence so not to have a gash in the side of their head. Tom was excellent at aiming and he was stronger than he looked, even though he wasn't scrawny.
'So. You gona cry any more, wimp?' He looked into the boys' eyes. The 14 year old only looked back scared and helpless at Tom's scared face. 'No, sir. I wont cry no more.' 'Well, good. Maybe you will now.' The boy's eyes opened wide and Tom hit the garbage can with his bat. It skidded on the edge and fell to the ground. The boy fell out but he was bleeding from the head and was soar from being crushed in such a cramped space.
Tom's friends laughed as a girl ran to the boy and then to Tom. She punched his jaw and he spun to the side and to the ground. He spat out a tooth and picked it up, stood up and showed the girl.
'You owe me a tooth.' She just looked at him and said 'Ask the tooth fairy if she can replace it.' She walked off leaving Tom's friends retreating to his side and swapping insults and plots with Tom holding his tooth in his hand, watching as the mysterious girl.
'We can put a horse head in her bed tonight! The butcher might have some.'
'We're not doing anything to her. She had a good reason to punch me.' His friends looked at him confused. 'I think she might have rattled your brain a bit. She punched you so we have to teach her a lesson.'
'No we aren't,' Tom grabbed the back of this boys' neck and pulled a switchblade on him, his throat ready to slice. 'do you understand?' The boy and the others all said continually how they wouldn't touch her.
See, despite his mean streak and miles upon miles of issues, Tom still had principles. He wouldn't touch a girl, a woman, or a child of any sort. He only picked on certain people to regain and uphold his ill gotten reputation.
'No! Leave me alone! I'll tell my older brother!' yet another victim sentenced to being forced into a garbage can.
Tom was 16 and was good at what he did, which was being the all around bully. He loved throwing people into garbage cans, giving them swirlies, and other meaningless punishment for not being "cool". His so-called friends stuck by him only to keep their asses out of a dumpster.
'Go ahead. Tell your brother on me.' Mocking laughs from Tom and company. The 14 year old boy looked down and a tear crawled down his unclean face. 'What now? You gona cry, baby?' Tom's friends began to make crying sounds and saying 'I want my mommy', only to laugh after.
'Shut up!' Tom swung his cherished base ball bat at them and they moved away, staying in complete silence so not to have a gash in the side of their head. Tom was excellent at aiming and he was stronger than he looked, even though he wasn't scrawny.
'So. You gona cry any more, wimp?' He looked into the boys' eyes. The 14 year old only looked back scared and helpless at Tom's scared face. 'No, sir. I wont cry no more.' 'Well, good. Maybe you will now.' The boy's eyes opened wide and Tom hit the garbage can with his bat. It skidded on the edge and fell to the ground. The boy fell out but he was bleeding from the head and was soar from being crushed in such a cramped space.
Tom's friends laughed as a girl ran to the boy and then to Tom. She punched his jaw and he spun to the side and to the ground. He spat out a tooth and picked it up, stood up and showed the girl.
'You owe me a tooth.' She just looked at him and said 'Ask the tooth fairy if she can replace it.' She walked off leaving Tom's friends retreating to his side and swapping insults and plots with Tom holding his tooth in his hand, watching as the mysterious girl.
'We can put a horse head in her bed tonight! The butcher might have some.'
'We're not doing anything to her. She had a good reason to punch me.' His friends looked at him confused. 'I think she might have rattled your brain a bit. She punched you so we have to teach her a lesson.'
'No we aren't,' Tom grabbed the back of this boys' neck and pulled a switchblade on him, his throat ready to slice. 'do you understand?' The boy and the others all said continually how they wouldn't touch her.
See, despite his mean streak and miles upon miles of issues, Tom still had principles. He wouldn't touch a girl, a woman, or a child of any sort. He only picked on certain people to regain and uphold his ill gotten reputation.