Kait is a 12-year old from New York State who writes both poetry and prose. The Beanery Online Literary Magazine is pleased to post her work. The following piece is Part 1 of a two-part story. Part 2 will be posted Friday evening. NameGames will be filed in the category Children's Writings. “Nose flicker, Smelly Nelly, brace face, smart fart.” Robby Jones chanted as he passed me in the sixth grade hallway. I can’t believe this. I just…I just can’t take this. My volcano has erupted but it is blocked by a fifteen thousand and one pound rock slowly not melting, but growing. “Don’t listen to that…that fowl scowl…that dirty rotten rich…” “Stop, while you’re ahead there.” “Fine, that dirty rotten rich witch.” “Lol, that’s a funny one.” I could tell she knew I was making fun of her. This whole Robby thing has gone too far. I can’t stop to get a drink from the water fountain without him criticizing my every move. My BFF has stood up for me too long. I have to move the fifteen thousand and one pound rock out of the way. I have to…oh no! Here he comes! “Are you going to get mommy to help you raise your grade on that math test, Smelly Nelly?” Robby has done it! I have to scream, punch, kick, talk, tap, whisper…oh, I think the fifteen thousand and one pound rock is too heavy to move. “Hey, listen here Robby Jones. You have the right to say things, but you don’t have the right to taunt my friend. Oh, and I think it was your mom who raised your grade on that math test. Nelly got a 95%.” Oh yea! That told Robby! We are winning the race to be the champion! We are in the lead! I (and maybe with the help of Jessica) had moved the fifteen thousand and one rock. It has lightened its’ load! It is now fifteen thousand without that one extra pound and we stopped it from growing. Is this what it comes down to? The enemy, walking down the hallway, and I’m not strong enough to fight for what I believe in? I guess I’m the volcano and Robby is the Rock? Right after that day…that second of the day walking home, we had a surprise attack. I know who you guess it was. It was like a surprise battle in a war. The attack was a battle…Robby is the war. This is what went down. “Hey, Nose flicker.” He said. This had to be planned. We were taking our Secret Passage that went through the play ground, up DeeBee Street, take a right past the light post with an expired garage sale flyer, then all you gotta do is go down Maple Road and walk into your house. “What now, Snobby Robby?” Jessica complained. Good one! “Just in the neighborhood, and I said to myself, hey…let’s stop by.” His so-called “posse” snickered. “Stop, Robby you know I hate when you do this.” Jessica was clenching her fists. “You go live in that box someone decided to give you and leave!” “Wow, Testy Jessy.” His “posse” burst with laughter. “I’ve had it! You and your little friends…I…I…I challenge you to a race.” Jessica looked satisfied. “Winner gets what they want. If I win…the name calling stops and you can’t pick on my friends.” “A race? A race against a girl! Oh that is hilarious.” If it were any old day she would ask if hilarious was in his vocabulary. | 
