“Hey, meathead!” A jab in the middle of my back knocked me to the floor.

My heart started racing as I picked up my school bag from the floor, pushing myself back to my feet. I swallowed. I knew it was Victor, even though I didn't have the guts to turn around and face him.

“Get up, you idiot!”

A strong hand jerked me up violently, as if I weighed nothing. I slowly turned on my feet, staring at his chest. No eye contact. He was much taller and bigger than me.

“Look at my face, wussy!”

I forced myself to look at his face. His pimply, hostile face, while I clung to the strap of my bag. There was a scary smile all over his face when he leaned down, his mouth inches from my ear that I thought for a second that he might bite it off.

“I am going to pound you after school until your teeth fall off and then and I'll feed them to you until you choke and die,” he hissed the words slowly to give the intended effect, then he turned on his heels and walked away.

I shuddered, freezing in my spot in the middle of the school corridor. I knew this day was coming sooner or later. Avoiding a confrontation was impossible. I tried to stay away from him for the past months, hoping that he forgot about me and decided to make someone else's life miserable, but no! He didn't!

After school, in the school yard:

Victor was standing in the middle of the school yard, his hands behind his back, like he didn't care about anyone. Well, he really didn't.

But I was ready this time. I was preparing for this day for the past 6 months. It didn't make me less scared though. I was in 5th grade and he was at 8th grade. I was short and slim, and he was tall and bulky. What are the odds?

I walked across the yard, hands in my pockets after I left my bag on a bench. I needed to stay light. Hopefully, my light weight would be in my favor.

The sun was scorching hot. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, andy hair was sticky, but I was determined to not be called a coward again. I knew the whole school would be watching. People love schoolyard fights and it's been a while since they watched any.

I stopped a couple of meters away from Victor, who had a smug smirk of his face. His narrow eyes appraised me. “Look who's here to eat some dirt!”

Out of nowhere, every single student in school was around us, giving us a space enough to fight like professionals. Bloodthirsty audience, they were.

“I'm ready, Victoria!” I finally spoke, trying to sound sure and sarcastic.

Victor's eyes widened I. Disbelief. “what did you say, Bobby?”

“I said I'm ready. And your name Should be Victoria!” I yelled , bracing myself for a bull fight to say the least. But I was determined to be the matador. Bulls are big and stupid. A bullfighter Should outsmart it. Thats what I was ready to do.

Victor's face turned red. He bared his teeth and uttered a loud growl as he dashed forward to attack me. I stood still until he reached me then I jumped to the side. He continued running past me.

The audience began to cheer and shout. “hit him, Victor!”

It made me angry they were cheering for the bull. I mean the bully. But that wasn't going to stop me from trying to save myself.

Victor turned to attack again. I focused on his heavy movement. He wasn't really that strong when it came to defense techniques. I spent the past 6 months learning martial arts. I could break him if I wanted. But if I did, I would be just like him. A bully. Only smaller in size.

I waited for him to reach me again, trying to punch me in the face. I moved my head and ducked, sliding between his legs and standing up right behind him. Before he even realized what happened or where I was, I tried to get over my disgust and started to tickle him with all my might.

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Sooo this was a weird one for me.
The prompt was about a "school yard fight"... Have you seen one before? How was it like?

Btw, I must clarify that this was supposed to be 30 minutes practice. I added extra 10 minutes and stopped at 720 words. It had almost zero editing.  Do you think I should continue working on this prompt?