Three older kids fanned menacingly out around a bony kid with curly orange hair.

“Now you’re gonna get it, Red.” Piggy Orderv said. He was the leader of his little gang for two reasons: cruelty and weight. He was a mean bastard that liked hurting people.

His two cronies agreed with him enthusiastically. They had long given up their individuality.

Red held up one finger. “Hang on one second, guys.”

Before Piggy and his gang could react, Red plunged his finger down his throat as far as he could and started gagging.

Piggy and his lackeys exchanged uncertain glances. This wasn’t how the game was played. Usually there was pleading, insults, and warnings made with trembling voices. This situation was unprecedented.

Each of them recoiled when Red began to throw up profusely. Everything packed into the school’s hot lunch program splattered on the sidewalk like sepia-toned paint-balls made of bile and partially digested food.

Red wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “There. I’m ready now. Let’s do this.”