SCHOOLYARD TERROR, Part II
by Mardee Louise Prynne



The guys agree to let Anne play stickball with them. Their intent is to
embarrass her into staying away from the schoolyard. Two more high school boys
experience pain at the hands of this petite amazon who has yet to begin
seventh grade.

The older boys reluctantly let Anne take Vinnie’s place in the stickball game.
They tacitly agreed to allow the young outsider play in order to punish her
for her rapid and total humiliation of Vinnie.

"You’re up first," said Mikey in an apparently friendly gesture. His intent
was to get rid of Anne as quickly as possible.

Anne nodded, took the stick-bat and stepped up to the strike box painted on
the wall. Her batting stance told the guys that she knew what this was about.
First pitch; an inside fastball may have been intended to hit her.

Anne simply stepped back and caught ball in her right hand. This girl was no
novice ball player.

"You can do better than that," she laughed as she threw the ball back to the
mound which was simply a white line painted on the concrete. "Bitch," murmured
the pitcher under his breath.

Second pitch was inside but heading toward the strike box. Anne stepped back
and nailed the ball, a line drive right toward the pitcher. He panicked as the
ball headed toward his head and jumped out of the way. The ball soared through
the open gate and across the street.

Anne handed the bat to Mikey. "Gee whiz! Did you see that coward get out of
the way?"

Bottom of the first. Anne is allowed to pitch. As she walks to the mound, she
whispers to Mikey. "Watch me get back at this jerk for trying to bean me."

Anne warms up. She is deliberately unimpressive. The first batter goes down in
three swings. Anne’s fastball is formidable.

The pitcher comes to bat. He crowds the plate. Annie dusts him back with a
screwball right into the strike zone. The arrogance is gone fom the youth’s
face as he swings and misses the next pitch, fastball right down the middle.
He lifts his middle finger at Anne. Bad move.

It looks like she’s throwing at his head but in reality the pitch is aimed
behind his lower back. The boy jumps back and drops down to avoid being
beaned. He is now right in the path of the ball. He yelps in pain as the ball
hits his ear. Dizziness and nausea overwhelm him.

"What a cluck," laughs Anne deliberately provoking the boy. "He dives into the
path of a wild pitch!"

The boy rises to his feet, picks up the stick-bat and charges Anne. She sides
steps as he swings the bat down at her, catches the bottom of the stick and
adds her own strength to the momentum of the bat. As the top goes down, yhe
bottom arcs up and into the youth’s crotch. A roar from this macho teen as he
releases the stick and clutches his injured balls. His eyes are glazed as he
sinks to his knees. Annie steps in front of him, puts her hand to his forehead
and shoves him onto his back.

The guys are very uncomfortable. The social order of their very narrow world
has been seriously disturbed by this tiny girl.

Mikey decides to put thing right. He grabs Anne’s shoulder and turns her
toward him. He is at least a head taller and several pounds heavier than this
wisp of a girl who is four years his junior. "Look, kid, this isn’t the way
things are. You suckered two of the guys. You’ll get killed in a fair fight so
ease up on the Super Girl stuff."

"Look you boob," replied the unintimidated Anne. "They started with me. All I
did was give them the trouble they were looking for. And besides I can take
care of myself... Want to see, boy?"

Mikey realized that he was backing away from Anne even as they argued. He
needed to save face. He was pretty sure this girl wouldn’t want to box right
then and there. Wrong!

Anne took up a boxing stance as Mikey balled up his fists and jabbed at her.
He lunged, throwing a cumbersome punch at Anne’s upper body. She moved to the
side as the blow whizzed past. Her tiny fist lashed out landing a solid blow
to Mikey’s ribs.

Lumbering toward her Mikey tried a roundhouse right. Anne danced back as the
force of his swing almost toppled Mikey forward. She stepped in and got a good
shot Mikey’s face before she danced out of reach. The larger boy was already
running out of breath. He was unable to land any good punches despite his
longer reach. Anne peppered his body and face almost at will.

Mikey knew he had to end it soon. He tried to grab Anne in bear hug and lift
her off the ground. He reeled back as Anne drove an uppercup into his jaw.
"Come on, boy!" taunted the girl. "Are we boxing or wrestling?" Mikey’s arms
were still spread wide from his futile attempt to grab this tiny amazon. A
straight right to the bridge of his nose had him reeling. He kept backing way
from Annie. Mikey was literally against the wall with Annie landing punches at
will.

In a lzst ditch effort to save face Mikey again tried to tie up Annie in a
bear hug. He managed to grab her hair and pulled. "Okay, but it’s your
choice," snarled Annie. "I thought you wanted a real boxing match." She drove
her fist into Mikey’s unprotected balls. A followup punch to his belly
followed by a series of rapid jabs to his face. He covered his face leaving
his balls wide open. A soild punch to his balls dropped to his knees a cry of
anguish came from his reddened face.

Mikey was on his knees as Anne used his face as pucnhing bag. The older boy
was crying like a baby as he begged Anne for mercy. She grabbed his head and
rolled him onto his back. Anne stood over the thoroughly beaten boy and
ordered him to spread his legs. She pulled her foot back as if to launch a
kick to his crotch. Mikey fainted in terror.

Anne turned her back on the boys as if daring them to attack her. She pulled
her shorts lower on her cute little tush as she left.

"See you guys later."