Juvenilia

The school was abuzz with rumors. Everyone was talking about it, everyone, that is, except for me and my friends. We knew what was going to happen and what we were going to do. Why bother discussing it? It was the last day of school, the day that I would fight Trace. Trace was the biggest bully in the school. Everyone was afraid of him. Even (to be honest) me.

But we weren’t going to let him bully us or anyone else anymore. We were going to stand up to him and defeat him once and for all. He might be big, but all of us together were bigger.

Noah was with me. He had been picked on by Trace for longer than any of us. He and Trace had gone to the same elementary school, and even then Trace had been a bully. Once, in fifth grade, Noah had gotten into a fight with Trace, and Trace had won, which only encouraged Trace to pick on him some more. Now, Noah wanted revenge.