"Are you a girl?! You should've fought back!"
No chance – four more guys than last week. He was lucky: only twelve bruises. Five lashes to make him tougher. Together with the seventeen punches and twenty-three kicks a monthly record (bested the previous by four).
"Just you wait! The new school will turn you into a man!"
It did.
He even found a new hobby.
Two today (eighty-five this year) - thirty and he would surpass his yearly average. He planned on twenty percent increase. Tomorrow should bring the tally up nicely.
None of the deaths mattered, but every one counted.
END