“Oh shit” muttered Bill to himself, his voice trembling with genuine fear. It was Big Jon Ingerman, the kingpin of Shermer High himself. And behind him was his usual entourage of bullies, including the sullen, red-headed giant Rob Bolstrum.
“HEY BILL!” shouted Jon again from the sidewalk in his Incredible Hulk-like vocal range. “ARE YOU GONNA WAIT FOR YOUR BOYFRIEND TOM TO SHOW UP AND WALK YOU TO SCHOOL?!”
Bill stopped himself from telling Jon to shut up. Lobbing insults the brute was a waste of time. As Mark Twain said “Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference”. So he just stood there, momentarily forgetting about the fortuitous gemstone he had just found.
“WELL COME ON!” shouted Jon. “GET UP OFF YOUR PORCH, STOOP KID! AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?”
Bill didn't want to admit that he was. Sometimes he wished that Jon knew what it was like to be scared of bullies. This was like a bad, school play version of Back To The Future, but Bill didn't have the effortless charm of Marty McFly, nor did he know how to skateboard.
Five minutes went by with neither man moving, staring at each other like two outlaws.
“Damnit Tom, where are you?”
Bill figured that his buddy must have seen or heard Big Jon and ran in the other direction. Tom was athletic and the former star of Shermer High's football team before the recent falling out with his on and off again ex, Gloria, but he was still no match for the local Frankenstein's monster. Especially not with Big Jon's lackeys there. Tom was heroic but Bill knew that Tom would put his own self-preservation ahead of some heroic sacrifice.
It was 7:39 A.M now. If Bill didn't muster some courage real fast, he was going to be late for school and get a strike against him. His school had a policy of three strikes, and you get automatically suspended for a week, and he couldn't bear his parents berating him for that on top of all the other garbage he was facing. Something inside Bill suddenly erupted.
“WILL YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY?!” screamed Bill so loud that his parents and Kimberly could hear him from inside the house. Behind him he could hear the alarmed sounds of his parents calling out to him and the scraping of chairs against the kitchen floor followed by the thumping footfalls as the adult Strassermans hurried to see what was causing such an outburst from their son.
But Bill ignored them and dug deep into the well of hate and anger he had towards Big Jon as he roared out;
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