I AM ON A ROLL! I don't know why, but I'm cranking out new chapters like crazy XD I hope you guys like this chapter, my sister said it brought out the feels :)

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How had he gotten into this?

How had he gotten here, laying in the school yard, surrounded by three other boys?

"What are you going to say now?!" a kick to the gut. Cole winced and tried to get up, but someone shoved him back down into the dirt.

"Look at him, he fights like he dances!" one of them cackled. Cole vaguely wondered if somewhere, boys were beaten up because they could dance.

"Aw, the little failure gonna cry now?" another kick, this time to his back.

"Naw, he'll just triple tiger sashay us all to death!" the third one jeered, kicking dirt in his face.

"Stop!" he cried, just wanting to go home. It wasn't his fault he wasn't as good as the others! It wasn't his fault his father made him perform the triple tiger sashay for his dance final!

"Cry baby!" someone shouted, kicking him again. "He's just a crier, all sad cause he can't dance!"

"I would tell him to run to his dirty mama, but she's six feet under!"

This time, the wound went straight to his heart.

His mother was not dirty.

His mother was just taken away because she was too wonderful for horrible people like them.

Horrible, nasty people like them.

"Don't talk about my MOM!" he suddenly hopped to his feet, swinging out an arm to hit one of them, anyone. He felt his fist connect with something soft, and heard a terrifying crack.

"Ahh! MY MOUTH!" the first one screamed, curled up on the floor and gripping his mouth. Blood was spurting out of it, collecting in a dirty pool on the earth.

"John!" the others cried, rushing to their friend. Cole was suddenly struck with fear, one that screamed at him to run, run as fast as he could. But he couldn't move. He was buried up to his knees in dirt. It cemented him to the ground. He cried out, and tried to dislodge his feet, but the dirt simply stayed put, spreading out to the ground in a strange circle. Cole tried to dig himself out, but the earth seemed to roll off his fingers and down his arms, clinging to his skin at every opportunity.

"What did you do?!" Someone screamed. Cole was vaguely aware of someone calling for a teacher. He was still fixated on the earth though, and how it stuck to him. It was weird, and yet cool at the same time. He forgot all about the wailing child with a broken jaw yards away from him. All he could focus on was the strange strength he felt in every fiber of his body. He felt like he could take on anyone. Anything.

"COLE STONE!" a man yelled, shattering his trance. The third grade science teacher was stalking towards him, a very disapproving glare on his face.

He received detention that day, and his father was fined with John's medical bill. His father read him the riot act, and how fighting was below a young gentleman like him, but Cole didn't listen. He was still marveled at how he had managed to break that boy's jaw. He was a lanky little 7 year old, how could he do something like that? No one else seemed to question it.

"I just can't believe you assaulted that boy..." his father sighed, rubbing his temples. "I mean, how could you attack him and fracture his jaw?! What did you use, a pole? A bat?"

"My fist." he finally whispered, mind partially still focused on his new found strength and in the strange mountain of dirt.

"Your what?"

"All I did was punch him."

"You go to your room this instant young man! And don't come out until you tell me the truth!"

"But I'm telling you-"

"ROOM!" his father looked so angry with his scrunched brows and disapproving scowl, that Cole hurriedly ran to his room and into bed, cuddling up to his plush dragon for safety.

"I was telling the truth." he whispered to his dragon, unhappy tears welling in the corners of his eyes. "I did it all by myself."

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