"Winner and still all around champion Peter Whiteshire!"
"Amazing Peter, no one can bet you." Evan smiles from his bench, alone, watching his classmates and bunkmates manipulate their thoughts and feelings so not to get on the wrong side of Peter.
"What about about you freak?" Evan shifts slightly to meet the resident bullies eyes, his celebration ended as he stared down the younger outcast.
"What about me?" The boys laugh at Evan, all but one who was trying to slip away unseen.
"You're an idiot! Think you can bet me at a race? I'll give you a head start. I figure being a spasm and all you could use it."
"No, you're too good Peter." Evan turns his head again, his attention focused on the morning song of a blue jay in the nearby tree, he doesn't notice a few of the boys walking forward. He lets out a surprised yelp as two hands push hard into his shoulder, stumbling off the bench.
"You are a freak and loser Evan Taylor, a freak and a loser!" Again it was Peter taunting the others, as they pointed and laughed along. Evan still smiled at the bird and it's beautiful song.