SCHOOLYARD TERROR, Part I
by Mardee Louise Prynne
In which we meet a lithe, young amazon who immediately establishes herself as a force to be, not reckoned with but simply to be obeyed.


Anne wasn’t sure if she was going to fit in with the crowd in her new
neighborhood. She had come to Brooklyn to live with her late mother’s school
chum.

Anne had spent her entire life in a small town in Pennsylvania. She didn’t fit
in there but her mother had accepted a promotion that would have taken them to
the suburbs of Philadelphia. An automobile accident had ended that dream.

The slender blond twelve year old found herself living in a comfortable
middle-class neighborhood in Brooklyn. Her lithe, athletic body along with her
fair skin immediately set her part from the Italian and Jewish kids who
populated the tree lined streets.

Annie made her way to the schoolyard where she watched some boys play
stickball, a game she had never seen before. It looked easy enough. The
pitcher aimed a tennis ball at a strike box painted on the school wall. The
batter used a sawed off broomstick to hit for distance, height, or both
depending on the court. It might take awhile for Anne to get the timing for
hitting but she was sure she could successfully pitch with ease.

"Can I play?" she asked naively of the sixteen year old boys who were choosing
upa new game.

"Ya kidding, right?" asked one of the boys.

"No. Why would I want to kid?"

"Get serious, kid. You’re just a little girl so fuck off."

Anne reddened, took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips. "Don’t you
ever use such vile words with me..."

You don’t like it, then do me something!"

Anne stepped closer to the boy, distracted him by bring her fists up and drove
her knee into his balls.

The boy clutched his injured genitals and doubled over as his bravado, along
with his breath, left his aching body. Clasping her hands together she
hammered them down against his lower back dropping him to his knees.

The boy struggled to regain his feet, to do something to save his male pride
so violently and so quickly taken from him by this skinny little girl. As if
to mock him, Anne turned her back to him and tugged the hem of her short
shorts high enough to expose a fleeting glimpse of her pink cotton panties
before she adjusted the shorts to a more modest position.

Vinnie grabbed wildly at Anne’s legs just as she turned back to him. She
caught his wrist in her hand. Vinnie was unable to shake free of the girl’s
grip as she forced his arm behind his back ina hammer lock. The triumphant
girl stood behind the boy she had literally brought to his knees as she
applied pressure.

His friends stared in disbelief as tears of pain and humiliation ran down
their companion’s cheeks. "I swear to God, come near me and I’ll break his
arm."

"You can play on our side."

"You mean I can take his place?" gloated Annie. "I guess his arm’s too sore to
play."