✔ Aspen | Sherman Yang

[10.06]

"Hey you, Asian boy." Sherman ignored the jerk who was always making fun of him all the time. It was super weird why they'd mock him all the time. He was stronger than most boys his age and was by far the faster runner in his class.

That kid mustn't of known.

"Come on guys let's go a bit faster." He hissed under his breath to Lance and August.

"Hey Asian boy, I was talking to you." The jerk cut in front of him. He was tall, possibly the tallest ten-year-old his age. Even though Sherman was average height, he was at least a head taller. Intimidating yes, but possibly a lot more stupid.

"Hey Sherman, Roc's talking to you." A smaller jerk pointed out. He must be a minion.

"Oh really, because I don't respond to Asian boy." He hissed, pushing past his way through the two, with Lance and August following close behind.

"Hey where do you think you're going Asian baby." Roc caught up again, and Sherman but his lip. He was almost at his class and he hoped he'd get there before he dumped August's stinky tofu salad on Roc.

"Hey will you leave him alone?" Lance snapped, glaring at the bully. He widened his stance and Sherman smiled gratefully.

"Oh look Asian boy, relying on you friends to defend you? Such a weak and fatherless baby."

Sherman's face was now reddening in anger. His hands clenched into fists and August seemed to notice, quickly pulling him away. "Come on hurry."

"Yea run away weak loser. I bet your mom raised you to be this weak. She must be at the bar shaking her but at everyone."

Sherman yanked his arm away from August and marched up to the boy, throwing his fist across Roc's face. The sound satisfied him so he started to walk away.

His shirt was suddenly snatched up and he felt his airway constrict. "You didn't do that retard."

Sherman's face continued to grow red. "Yes I did."

"Your mother should have taught you better. Probably doesn't care about you anyways. You're pretty much an orphan." He mocked and threw his own fist towards Sherman's face.

Without flinching, Sherman prepared for contact and threw his foot in between Roc's leg right as his fist was about it meet his face.

"Sherman stop!" Cried August. Sherman didn't hesitate to tackle the tall bully even as he clutched his side. Despite the one foot height disadvantage, Sherman threw all the punches and even when the opponent was on top, he always had a way to avoid each blow.

He didn't know how he could do but it was pumping up his adrenaline more than it had even been in a gym class.

"Sherman! Roc! What on earth do you think you're doing."

Roc had a bleeding lip and was out of breath but once Sherman's focus was distracted, he leaped in Sherman and tacked him again. Still, he avoided the punches of Roc and managed to get on top.

The principal pulled the two apart. Sherman was without a scratch except for the few specks of dirt from the floor. She looked at the height difference, and became very solemn. "This behaviour isn't tolerated in our school boys."

Roc was on the floor, holding his nose in pain. "Roc, get to the nurse's office then come to mine. You boys too."

She pointed to Lance, August, and Roc's little minion.

They hesitated but obeyed, walking into the principal's office immediately. After waiting for a few more minutes, Roc walked in and his nose was bandaged up. Shooting a sharp glare at Sherman, he walked into the office with a the rest.