The Colossus Rises. Peter Lerangis

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       CHAPTER TWO

      THE ACCIDENT

      “YO, SPACE MAN, watch out!”

      I didn’t hear the warning. I was at the end of my bike ride to school, which involves a sharp turn around the corner of the building. You’re supposed to walk your bike by that point, but I was in too much of a hurry. Not that it matters, because most people are too smart to stand close to that corner anyway.

      But most people doesn’t include Barry Reese, the Blowhard of Mortimer P. Reese Middle School.

      There was Barry’s hammy face, inches away, his eyes as big as softballs. As always, he was involved in his favorite hobby, making life miserable for littler kids. He was hunched menacingly over this tiny sixth-grader named Josh or George.

      I slammed on the brakes. My front wheel jammed. The rear wheel bucked upward, flinging me over the handlebars. The bike slid out from under me. As I flew forward, Barry’s face loomed toward me at a zillion miles an hour. I could see three hairs sticking out of a mole on his cheek.

      Then the worst conceivable thing happened.

      He caught me.

      When we stopped spinning around, I was hanging from him like a rag doll. “Shall we dance?” he said.

      All I could hear was cackling laughter. Kids were convulsing. Barry grinned proudly, but I pushed him away. His breath smelled like bananas and moldy feet.

      Josh or George scrambled up off the ground. No one offered to help pick up his books, which had been scattered all over the playground.

      I don’t know why Barry was a bully. He was rich. Our school was named after his great-great-grandfather, who’d made his fortune creating those little plastic thingies that protect the toilet lid from hitting the seat. Personally, if I were rich and the heir to a toilet-thingy fortune, I’d be pretty happy. I wouldn’t pick on smaller kids.

      “I don’t dance with apes,” I said, quickly stooping to pick up my bike to lock it to the rack.

      I stole a look at my watch. The bell was going to ring in one minute.

      “My apologies.” Barry elbowed me aside and scooped up my bike with exaggerated politeness. “Let me help you recover from your ride, Mario. From the cut on your head, I guess you had a few crashes already.”

      I tried to take back the handlebars, but he was too fast for me. He yanked the bike away and began walking fast toward the rack. “Hey, by the way, did you finish the bio homework?” he said over his shoulder. “’Cause I was helping my dad with his business last night, and it got late. And, well, you can’t think about homework before profits. Not that I wouldn’t get all the answers perfect anyway—”

      I pushed him aside and grabbed the bike. “No, Barry, you can’t copy my homework.”

      “I just did save your life.”

      As I locked the bike to the rack, Barry leaned closer with a twisted, smilelike expression. “Don’t think there won’t be some financial reward…”

      Before I could answer, he took two quick steps to the side. Josh or George was making a break for the safety of the school yard, clutching an unruly mass of papers and notebooks. Barry thrust his arm out as if yawning. He clipped the kid squarely in the chest and sent him flying, the papers scattering again.

      The blood rushed to my head. I wasn’t sure if it was from the Ugliosaurus hit, the crazy bike ride, the near crash, or Barry’s extreme obnoxiousness. Math test or not, he couldn’t get away with this.

      “Here’s my homework!” I blurted, yanking a grocery list from my pocket. “You get it if you pick up Josh’s stuff and say you’re sorry.”

      “It’s George,” the kid said.

      Barry looked at me as if I were speaking Mongolian. “What did you say, McKinley?”

      I was shaking. Dizzy. Maybe this was fear. How could I be so afraid of this doofus?

      Focus.

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