“I’m a pacifist,” he’d told Eddie Arnold, a foot taller and two grades ahead of him.
“So that means you won’t fight back if I hit you?”
“Violence doesn’t solve anything,” he’d said. “It’s barbaric.”
“What did you call me?” said Eddie, who immediately whipped him two hard blows in the face that knocked him sprawling to the pavement.
He wiped the blood from his nose and stared up at the jeering kids
“Had enough?” said Eddie Arnold.
He got to his feet, stood defiant.
“Pussy,” repeated Eddie.
The kids dispersed.
One girl stayed behind. She was smiling.