Fear rising, Timmy barked,
“Leave me alone.”
His tormentors merely
laughed. They had all the time they
needed to play around with him. They may
even hurt him this time. It was fun.
Timmy fought back the
tears they wanted to see. That was the
goal. They pushed and menaced him until
he cried. Then they laughed and called
him Tiny Timmy. Laughter continued as
they left him alone feeling insignificant.
Jason sneered, “Whatsa matter?
You gonna cry?” Keith laughed and
echoed, “Yeah, ya gonna cry Tiny Timmy?”
A corner was turned and,
suddenly, Timmy would not give them the satisfaction today. It wasn’t a matter of bravery. It was survival. He couldn’t remain the frightened lamb
stalked by these two wolves. It would
never end. To them, it was a game. Today, Timmy quit playing. Slowly, anger replaced fear. Jason looked at Keith upon recognizing a
difference. He hoped for confirmation
something was not the same. Keith saw nothing
and continued with his sneer and slow step toward the lad. Jason decided he must be wrong.
Rock still, Timmy glared
beyond the tyrants. He wouldn’t give the
satisfaction of looking at them. Jason
and Keith stood on each shoulder confidently looking down at the little
mouse. They didn’t know his teeth were
about to show.
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