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KibaChan
Ashley Scamehorn
United States, CA, Oceanside

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Vocab Story II- The Smart Bully

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This was written for an old Lit. class of mine. We had to create a short story using 10 SAT words. Can you guess which words I used?

*Hint: starts with i...
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Tory was a smart, but violent boy. He was usually indifferent to the inconsequential frivolities of the students around him. But he had a tendency to induce and incite a fight with someone every day. The times he chose to fight were impeccable; in the hallway between classes; at the beginning of the lunch wave; he knew when and where to pick his fights.

I knew that Tory had a knack for saving his more violent battles at 2:30 pm on Thursdays. At around that time, he would make a horrible implication about someone and a fight would ensue. He learned which people were best to single out- usually boys whose mental capacities were less than implausible. And it didn’t take an elaborate array of inclusive insinuations or remarks to provoke a reaction from his chosen “victim”.

But out of all the fights Tory started, none of them ever seemed to impede his outstanding performance in the classroom or on a progress report. The boy was smart- too smart- for the school police to realize it was him who started the fights and indict him for his actions. How do I know this?

Because as soon as a fight would start, it would stop, usually with a boy on the floor. Tory finished off his opponents that fast. And then he would slip quietly into the crowd that gathered; no one ever saw him coming, or going. But I knew. And he knew that I knew. I could only hope that Tory would never choose to fight me.

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Robert Barlow Comment by: Robert Barlow - 2007-12-01 21:35
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Ashley, this would be a great hook for the beginning of a story. --Robert Barlow
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