Three boys rode their bikes through a chilly neighborhood, joy beaming on their spectacled faces. It was Autumn, and the red and orange leaves crunched under their tires and they skidded over the old gravelly street.
The first boy was Jack. He was thin and pale, and wore a huge headgear to help maintain his braces. He had perfectly straight teeth, but his deranged dentist convinced Jack’s parents that he needed braces anyways. It was such a painstaking procedure that it took six days straight in the dentist's chair with no food to lock the headgear into place. Everyone called him Cage, which in the end didn’t offend him too much, since it sounded pretty alpha.
The second boy was extremely tall and rail thin with platinum blonde hair down to his shoulders. His nose took up more than two thirds of his face, and reached out an extreme 4 & a half inches. His name was Corbin, but most folks called him Crane. He wasn't sure if it was due to his height or his beak, but either way it hurt him to be called Crane.
The third boy was morbidly obese, and at only five feet tall, and was a completely round beach ball. Joseph had red curly hair, his glasses dug into his cheek meat, and his eyes were half shut due to the encroaching flesh. The kids at school called him Salami.
These three boys were best friends, and all a part of the school's computer team. They had earned themselves the moniker of the “Windows” gang. They also were not sure if this was because all three of them wore glasses or because they used Windows 95 on their school computers.
They continued riding through the neighborhood, each with a steaming pizza strapped to the back of their bikes. The boys were joking with each other and laughing, ready for their weekly game night. Out of nowhere, a thick rope lifted from under the leaves on the street.
The boys had no time to react before being clotheslined by the rope, knocking the wind out of them and sending their bikes flying forward. All three boys were laying in the road and trying to catch their breath. Before they could move, all three of their pizzas fell from the sky, slipping out of the boxes and landing directly on their faces.
The boys screamed from the burns, and Salami started eating his way through his pizza while Jack tried getting it untangled from his headgear. Crane’s nose had pierced the pie like a sword. They were all crying and after a minute sat up simultaneously, hearing a loud crunch in the distance. Old man Peterson had backed out of his driveway and directly onto all three of their bikes, completely crushing them.
He didn't notice and drove away. The boys were pizza sauced, winded, burnt and scraped, and had just lost their only source of freedom on this earth. They stared blankly at the destroyed bikes until they heard a snickering evil laughter in the distance.
Donny Varreta stood behind a tree, the other end of the rope clutched tightly in his hand. He laughed so smugly, pointing at them with his free hand while he jumped up and down with delight. "Oh no, have the Windows been shattered? Better see if we can boot them up again!" Donny said through his laughter.
Young boys in ski masks came from nowhere and started kicking the boys on the ground. They tried to shield themselves to no avail, and were brutally kicked. "That's enough! These poor nerds are covered in pizza stains, why don't we give them a washing?" Donny yelled from the sidelines.
The boys were pelted by endless water balloons, and on this crisp Fall night, were instantly shivering. The last water balloon fell onto Crane's nose, held for two seconds on the tip, and then popped up his nostrils and into his eyes.
"Haha, later nerds," said Donny.
He snapped his fingers and within moments all of the bullies had gone, leaving the three boys in the middle of the street completely shell shocked. One by one they slowly helped each other get to their feet and gather their wits.
They were devastated. Bikes gone, pizza ruined, and confidence shattered. They picked up their bikes and went their separate ways, as none of them were up for game night anymore. They were each punished for breaking their bikes by their individual sets of parents. No video games or tv for a week.
The three nerds were now bitter and angry, and spent the next week at school plotting on how to get justice against Donny. It wasn't all rosy. Crane got pantsed in the locker room. Donny tangled fishing line all throughout Jack's headgear. Salami had his knees glued to the restroom floor in front of the urinal.
These bullying attempts only furthered the nerd's resolve. They would have justice. And it came during 4th period PE, one week after they had been tossed from their bikes.
They were nerds, not bullies, and had done their absolute best to prank Donny. They slipped a glass fart bomb into his tennis shoe, and while he was lacing up for track, it shattered and nicked Donny's foot.
"What the!?" Donny exclaimed.
Then came the stinking, gassy fart smell. Everyone in PE laughed at the stinky shoe, quickly pointed at Donny, and then lost interest and went about their day. The nerds, however, continued laughing and pointing.
Donny looked at them knowingly and formed a wicked grin. "Teacher, those boys, they put glass in my shoe, my foot appears to be cut! Come look, I don't want to hurt it more during my run! I was looking forward to running track, too," Donny said, a plainly false sadness to his voice.
The PE coach walked over and inspected Donny's foot. Donny slipped him a $100 bill. "Yeah, this looks pretty deep. You should head to the nurses office and I'll let her know you can go home early today." The coach said in a monotone voice.
"You three. Detention. Now.”
...
A few weeks had passed and the nerds hadn't only been expelled from their Jr. High school, but their parents had also been summoned to court. Donny had sued all three families for five million in damages. When the boys and their parents arrived at the courthouse, they were greeted by Donny in a full leg cast with a huge smile on his face.
The Judge was Donny's great uncle. After a two day trial, the jury found the three boys guilty, and Judge Varretta passed his sentence. "Since the parents of these degenerates do not have the funds Donny Varretta is entitled to, they will be sentenced to work ten years in a hard labor camp owned by Donny's parents. As the parents will be living full time at the labor camp, these three boys will be emancipated immediately, and sent to three different boarding schools; one in Malaysia, one in Cambodia, and one in Luxembourg. Court is adjourned," Judge Varretta concluded, hitting his gavel down three times.
The parents looked at the three nerds one last time, their teeth gritted and eyes furious. The bailiff and his guards cuffed them and took them out screaming. The boys would never see their parents again.
Cage, Crane, and Salami looked as if they had become men in a matter of moments. Their eyes were withered and gray, and they were shipped off to their individual boarding schools. The three friends would also never see each other again.
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Donny's parents not only owned the hard labor camp, but they were also the foremen. They carried large whips and cracked the nerds' parents on their backs anytime that they tried to take a moment's rest. For 18 hours a day, the nerd's parents broke giant rocks with pick axes, and at night they were made to sleep standing up, held by the same thick ropes that Donny had tripped their children with.
…
Donny and his parents sat around their dinner table, each individually prayed for the food, and they enjoyed dinner over happy conversation. Once the meal was complete, Donny gathered all the dishes and washed up himself. His mother brewed them each a hot cup of apple cider, and they put on one of their favorite movies and enjoyed it together as a family, snug in their mansion, fireplace roaring.
