Boiling Point

Edgar had had enough.

Edgar wasn’t the strongest boy in gym class. He wasn’t the fastest or the most agile. In fact, the only thing that Edgar excelled at was in consistently being the last to be picked for a team and the first to be eliminated at dodgeball.

And the other boys rode him hard about it. They would never let up with the “kick me” signs or the wedgies or the swirlies.

But this time the other boys had pushed him to the end of his tether. And then greased it.

“Who keeps throwing these pamphlets in my locker?!” he demanded.

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