As Sam rounded the corner, he saw the Jerkoff Patrol. That’s what he called them. The group of bullies who picked on kids like him all the time.

One of them glanced up just in time to see Sam make a sharp U-turn. “Hey Sammy, where ya goin’?” the fat one asked. Sam continued to walk. “Answer me when i talk to you, nerd!” he yelled.

Sam stopped. “Looks like you got his attention Pete,” said the short one.

“So Sammy,” Pete continued, “What do you do in the park all day? Me and my friends watch you spin around in circles and wave your hands all over.”

Sam stared at the sidewalk. “Well, what do you?” he asked again.

“This,” Sam replied. Sam twitched his left finger and sent the short one flying into a pole. He turned and thrust his hands up sending the one with glasses sailing skyward. Pete turned to run, but Sam stopped him with his mind and sent pellets of condensed air into his gut.

He released his grip as Pete fell to his knees, gasping for air. “That’s what i do,” Sam smirked as he walked away.