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Stuck in the middle

There was a small boy in the middle of a circle of about 10 children. They jeered at him and called him names, throwing small rocks at him. Jud walked up to the boy with a mean look on his face, “Gonna cry, James? huh? Is daddy gonna come and save you? Oh yea, thats right! he can’t, cuz your daddy’s dead!”
The crowd of children started laughing at him. James heard none of them, he was in his own world, completely isolated from any outside civilization. For the past 6 months, he’d hidden behind the brick wall he’d built in his mind.He seldom ate, and hadn’t said anything more than was required of him. And even so, he said it in a dead tone of voice.
“Someone touch ya or somethin’, Walker? Did Micheal Jackson pay ya a visit?”, hissed one of the boys.
The lot of them were no more than 12 years old.
Jud looked him in the eyes, “They’re gonna lock you up, nice and cozy some day. And yer momma ain’t gonna care, either.”
James looked at him blankly, and landed a powerful punch between his eyes.

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