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Brian, the bully
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Even though he was not especially tall, Brian always seemed to tower over those who opposed him. His body was a heavy, solid construction with just slightly more muscle than fat and quite broad shoulders. Brian’s blond hair looked as if it had been cut by an epileptic monkey but was sadly too short to spare the rest of the world the discomfort of looking at his hopelessly unattractive face. A pair of close-set eyes with the color of muddy water mixed with blueberry slush-ice sat under a heavy brow and didn’t quite give Brian an intelligent appearance, a fact that wasn’t dulled by the sporadic patches of beard that had grown on his meaty cheeks since third grade.
Brian was a caveman, dumb as doorknob on a good day but with the physical strength to give a bull some serious trouble in a wrestling match. His intimidating strength made him the unrivaled predator, the very top of the food chain. He failed most of his classes but the principal had a hard time finding anybody willing to throw Brian out if school. The world avoided Brian, and Brian couldn’t care less. He had early realized that the only thing he was good at was making other people feel miserable, and was quite satisfied with doing just that.
The only ones that liked Brian was the group of kids that always trailed behind him. The “gang", as they called themselves, was made up of the kind of boys who thought that the only way to be in the center of attention was to be the center of trouble. Brian despised them just as much as he despised the rest of the world, but he accepted them because some ancient hunter instinct told him that one doesn’t survive alone. Together they resembled a shark with a shoal of pirayas swimming in its wake. They would walk around school leaving a distinctive trail of disorder: books swept from tables, smaller children shoved to the floor, food trays flipped over and a vast array of insults ringing in innocent ears.
Kids at school didn’t know much about Brian’s family. It was actually quietly discussed whatever he had a family or not: no one had ever seen or heard anything about anybody willing to admit being responsible for the boy.
Brian was a caveman, dumb as doorknob on a good day but with the physical strength to give a bull some serious trouble in a wrestling match. His intimidating strength made him the unrivaled predator, the very top of the food chain. He failed most of his classes but the principal had a hard time finding anybody willing to throw Brian out if school. The world avoided Brian, and Brian couldn’t care less. He had early realized that the only thing he was good at was making other people feel miserable, and was quite satisfied with doing just that.
The only ones that liked Brian was the group of kids that always trailed behind him. The “gang", as they called themselves, was made up of the kind of boys who thought that the only way to be in the center of attention was to be the center of trouble. Brian despised them just as much as he despised the rest of the world, but he accepted them because some ancient hunter instinct told him that one doesn’t survive alone. Together they resembled a shark with a shoal of pirayas swimming in its wake. They would walk around school leaving a distinctive trail of disorder: books swept from tables, smaller children shoved to the floor, food trays flipped over and a vast array of insults ringing in innocent ears.
Kids at school didn’t know much about Brian’s family. It was actually quietly discussed whatever he had a family or not: no one had ever seen or heard anything about anybody willing to admit being responsible for the boy.
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