Story: Middle Part 3
[[Continuity Note: The next day at school]]
Alf went to school the next day feeling much better about himself. He was
sharing his secret with someone, a gigantic load off his back. But for some
reason, as soon as he stepped into the school, whispers began to follow him.
Alf sat friendless and confused for most of the day, until lunch, when he
was approached by a group of teens, Damien hovering at the back of the
group.
"So, we hear you think you're some kind of magician," one of the boys spoke
before lifting his cap from his head and presenting it to Alf, upturned.
"Why don't you prove it and pull a rabbit from my hat?" The group laughed.
Alf was unmoved, and only looked past them toward Damien.
"I never said I was some sort of magician," Alf frowned.
"That's not what our mate Damo says," one of the other boys smirked.
"Then maybe you shouldn't listen to everything 'your mate Damo' tells you,"
Alf stated, standing and walking away.
And that wasn't the last of it. There were kids calling him Harry Potter,
and kids asking him to turn handkerchiefs into bouquets. And then there
were the kids who would drop their pants then blame it on him.
Alf told his parents about it, but they were only pleased that he hadn't
resorted to using his powers in any of the ways he'd previously used them
(not that the knew about him pulling down Rock's pants).
But by the end of the week, Alf was at the end of his rope. He wanted them
to have some sort of retribution. He didn't want to be teased all the time.
It was bad enough that he had no friends.
[[And I'm tired so I'll leave it there]]
posted by Cedric @ 4:42 pm
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