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He shoved her in to the sand of the local school playground, messing up her frilly strawberry hued frock and candy locks. A young though took to bullying all the new kids that came to school, to show them who was boss of the plastic jungle. (He knew his mother would have a cow when he was sent home with another note about his violent behavior.) Yet he was not expecting tiny hands to shove him back, usually the one dishing out the punishment of fists, dirt clods and such that was him, Madara. Not some girly girl with a ribbon in her hair as her face was screwed up angrily. Most of the kids on the playground stopped to watch with a little bit of a panicked look upon their small faces, they all knew that no one stood up to him, the richest kid in the school and got away with it.
Her effeminate voice told him right then and there. " DON'T TOUCH ME EVER." Most of the girls and even boys of the school cried when their faces made contact with the ground, or if they ate a little part of it as well. This girl didn't, and wouldn't give in to him at all like the others and Madara was determined to make her pay one-way or an other.
Now when they said that when a boy picks on you that must mean he likes you, he must of liked her a lot to continuously nag, poke, shove, verbally assault and etc through out the school year. She either taunted him back or gave him the cold shoulder, which the boy hated the most. It reminded him too much of his own family and their splendid indifference to him and his brother unless they were doing well or poorly.
But often times he found himself shoving her in to the dirt constantly much to the great displeasure of teachers, his parents and of course her parents. Just to obtain something other than the stiff shoulder that he was so incredibly used to.
This would be something she would only come to understand when she is older.