Lester looked down on the snivelling child.
‘I have my lunch money,’ he thought triumphantly.
He enjoyed a good lunch. Savoured every mouthful as around him the other kids looked on with relief it wasn’t them he was bullying.
Lester as a big boy he didn’t care about the other kids so long as he filled his expanding gut.
The new boy, looked down on Lester snivelling at his feet. The new boy was as big as Lester.
He picked Lester up and gave him half his lunch money. ‘Treat me kindly Lester,’ he said. ‘I might turn into your worst enemy.’