Andrew Wiggins is a bully. He's always been a bully. I remember first grade, when Shelley Hemingway was playing in the sandbox at recess and Andrew put a rhino beetle that he'd found under a rock by the edge of the playground in her hair.
Shelley screamed so loud! To this day I think she is still traumatized by it. She rolled herself up in a ball and rocked back and forth crying loudly. The teachers tried to calm her down but she just kept on crying.
I glance over at Shelley and she sits by herself at the lunchroom table rocking back and forth over her bologna sandwich. Shelley is very awkward. Very thin and pasty. Her straight black hair always hiding her face, accept for her thick coke bottle glasses and thin hook nose.
She always wore red or green dresses. Deep dark reds and hunter greens to be more specific. Colors that made her skin look more translucent and like a worms flesh. Then there is her scent. Not a pleasant smell, but more the smell of warm urine. Like she pee'd her pants then just let it dry in the sun.
I feel really sorry for her. I dont think she has any friends. At least none that I know of. And Andrew Wiggins still torments her on a daily basis.
Then there's poor Owen Thompson, the fat kid from my street. Everyone calls him Owen One ( 0 & 1 ) due to his one attempt of sticking up for himself after Andrew pantsed him in front of the girls volleyball team last year. He flailed his arms in a pinwheel style with his head down and rushed at Andrew, who just side stepped and stuck his leg out tripping Owen. Owen fell flat on his face breaking his nose in...