It is Friday afternoon, and we are waiting for the busses to take us to the football game.
I am in my uniform.
Waiting.
"Fucking Queer" James says.
He is looking my way.
"Fuck you, James."
He walks over to me and shoves me.
"Do something."
I don't.
"Faggot" he says, and walks away.
Release the beast.
I shove him to the ground and kick the side of his head.
James is bleeding from the lip.
He stands up and swings at me.
Misses.
release the beast
I swing back.
But I make contact.
He falls backwards down the hill.
He is dead.
"Faggot," he says, and walks away.
I look over at him and be the bigger man.
He IS dead, inside.
I know it.
But I am alive.
I'm alive.
And I'm the bigger man.
True.
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