It was finally recess, and our favorite threesome was playing an all out, epic game of tag.
"You'll never catch me!" Carlos called behind him to Kendall, crossing the baseball field and getting nailed in the head by a fly ball. Kendall winced, and spotted James trying to blend in by the tether nets. He changed targets and sprinted for the kindergarten heart throb. Soon, Kendall was chasing both Carlos and James around the back corner, when they suddenly stopped in their tracks. Kendall nearly crashed into them, but he skidded to their side, Carlos catching him as he almost fell over himself. The boys joined the ring of classmates that had formed around the scene.
Mark had poor, four-year-old Logan up against the back wall of the building. The red brick nicked his bear arms and face, leaving scratch marks. "Say it," the bully demanded, shoving Logan's head closer against the wall. The little boy closed his eyes in pain. He was pretty certain that if Mark pushed even harder, his head would burst open.
"Your smarter than me," he choked out through his sobs. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Aww, awe you still cwying?" Mark teased in a mock baby voice, sounding vaguely like James. Mrs. Popeo's kindergarten class laughed.
James and Carlos looked horrified. They didn't particularly like Logan, but Mark was still being a jerk. Kendall balled his fists and clenched his teeth as he picked up the classic 'I'm going to beat the crud out of this guy' stance.
A boy with curly brown hair standing next to him elbowed him in the ribs. "You sure missed it!" he said excitedly, "He already made him eat dirt and punched him all over. He kicked him in the tummy and he screamed so loud…" the boy trailed off, laughing too hard to continue. Kendall had had enough. He cast a glance to James, who had already recognized his body language and was shaking his head.
"Come on, Jamie," he begged, using the never fail nickname. The taller boy sighed.
"Alwight, so long as my haiah doesn't get messed up," he reasoned. The two gave Carlos a look, and by the judge of things, he was completely lost.
"What?" He asked, scratching the top of his head, helmet under one arm. James nudged his elbow and gave a nod in Mark and Logan's direction. Carlos's eyes widened in understanding. A big smile crept against his face. "Just like the Ninja Turtles and Power Rangers!" he exclaimed, and suddenly, James forgot about his hair. He was officially in.
Kendall led the way into the circle of kids, flanked by his two friends. He crossed his arms, putting on his fiercest expression. It would have been terrifying, except he was only five. "Put. Him. Down," he spat at Mark. The bigger boy turned around slowly to face him.
"What did you say?" he asked, holding a fist out in front of Kendall's face, trying to be intimidating, while simultaneously grinding Logan further into the wall. The blond boy barely contained his fury.
"I said," Kendall spoke slowly, as if talking to a two-year-old. "Put. Him. Down." He struggled to restrain himself.
Mark's eyes popped out of his head, and he laughed a cold, mocking laugh. "What are you gonna do about it?" he questioned. When Kendall didn't immediately respond, he went back to Logan and threw him on the filthy pavement, giving him a swift kick to the stomach. The boys heard the wind rush out of Logan, and it didn't matter that they were going to be like the Ninja Turtles. It didn't matter that they were going to be like the Power Rangers. All that mattered, was saving Logan.
Kendall jumped Mark, engulfing his head in a venomous hug, scratching at his eyes. The brute stumbled backward into James, who clamped onto his leg, digging his teeth into his knee. Carlos settled for just punching him as hard as he could, which was pretty hard for a kindergartner.
After about five seconds, Kendall fell off Mark's head, James released his leg, Carlos stopped punching, and the giant seven-year-old ran away crying.
Kendall, panting, walked over to Logan, holding out a hand to help him up. The little boy shrank away, untrusting. Kendall kept reaching his hand out toward him, and eventually the little boy took it timidly. "Thanks," he muttered, almost inaudible.
The boys were called to the principal's office to walk in on a crying Mark. The man hadn't believed their story at first, but the bruises the nurse had found on Logan had proved all. Mark was, luckily, expelled, and they, luckily, got off with only two weeks of missed recesses. Their parents were called, but none of them got in trouble at home.
All in all, the boys were pretty proud of themselves.
Guys I
felt horrible writing this
felt like I made a bad name for seven-year-olds and kindergartners everywhere
wanted to give Logan the biggest hug ever.
SERIOUSLY REVIEW THIS ONE! I'm so uncertain of this...
