>>16033222The throat-clogging sand and dust interrupts your otherwise relaxing day, you start coughing horrendously, wheezing like a dorky kid with no promise.
Pounding your chest, you wave the dust away and wipe your eyes, "God dammit! If this is another freaking Dunsparce, I'm going to lose i-"
"HEY GUYS, LOOK OVER THERE, IT'S THE NEW KID ON THE BEACH."
Time stops.
>'At that moment, I didn't know that the person I was about to meet was a beach bully with a beach bully gang that spent his entire life bullying people because that's all he knows ever since he grew up getting abused by his own dad, who later overdosed on a V8 in a convenience store parking lot. I didn't know his name was Skeeter Skidouche back then and quite frankly, I didn't know if he was going to kick my ass or tickle me, but now that I look back at that day in full retrospect right now, in this framing device moment, I realize something.'>'I really wanted him to tickle me. Fuck.'Time resumes.
Skeeter Skidouche was a guy a little bit older than you whose trainer class said "Punk Guy", but whose behavior said "Punk Douche". He pinches your ear.
"What's wrong nerd? You gonna cry to your MUM?"
"Excuse me? My mom isn't even HERE."
"YEAH, SHE'S AT MY HOUSE 'CAUSE I WAS PORKING HER LAST NIGHT. SKIDOUCHE!"
Immediately, all of Skeeter's friends start laughing in-sync, it's kind of creepy.
A) Come back with a witty retort.
B) Lie there and take it.
C) Act gay, they can't be mean if it's too awkward.
