The Worst Kid

For my children's book writing class this week I have to remember the "worst kid I ever dealt with" and put him in a scene with the a stereotypical school character (bully, nerd, etc). We also have to find a way to sympathize with the "worst kid." Around 500 words, here's my work in progress:

Justin Fick was the snobbiest kid in the whole school. He just thought he had good taste. Maybe his parents spoiled him with front row seats to Cleveland Cavalier games. And maybe he was the first of all his friends to talk about the newest video game. Justin just liked to share cool experiences with his friends. He was too young to understand jealousy. 

But Justin never thought he was the snobbiest until he had detention with Bobby Beartrout, the cruelest member of the Black Ninja's.

The Black Ninjas were a group of boys who taunted the unadventurous during recess. And Bobby was the meanest, most ruthless kid to roam the playground.

The kids in school knew, for the most part, that the Black Ninjas meant no REAL harm. They were rough around the edges, but once you cracked a smile on their face, you knew the Ninja's maybe just ate too many Fruit Loops, or something. But something in Bobby's eyes meant real trouble.

Justin was dreading this detention. He picked up his cell phone and called his dad (it was an emergency), "Dad, yeah, I'm not going to make my tennis lesson today. I have detention."

"No problem, Justin. I'll just tell Camille to reschedule." Justin's dad didn't even ask what happened, let alone sound worried.

"Who's that you're talking to, mamas boy?" said Bobby as he entered the abandoned classroom. "Nice pants, Nancy."

Justin hung up the phone and sighed heavily. “What’s that smell?” he mumbled under his breath. 

“I heard your girly voice down the hall and farted a special one just for you.” said Bobby.

"Thanks, Bobby." Justin said sarcastically. "But I’m surprised you could even get past your own smell to think.”

Bobby walked up to Justin. Closer than he would've liked. "What's that you said, princess?"

"Alright boys, calm down," Mrs. Wentworth said as she entered the classroom. "You two, take out your homework and do something productive." Then she put her headphones on and began humming. 

“You smell like an Easy Bake Oven." Bobby said.

“Whatever.” Justin replied. “I’d rather smell exotic and intriguing. Girls like exotic smells.”

"You think you're so cool, rich kid. Watch where you step." Bobby threatened as Mrs. Wentworth hit the crescendo in the song. She was completely transcending her students' argument.

Crap, Justin thought. He was wearing his new Prada loafers and didn't want them to get dirty. Maybe he could ask his dad to hire a body guard.

“Guess what, Justin? Nobody likes you!” Bobby was starting to get a cruel grin on his face. The same grin that gave Jeremy the black eye and Rory the broken finger. “Everyone talks behind your back, about how snobby you are, how ugly your shoes are. Did you know that?” 

“Shut up, Bobby." Justin sat quietly for a while. Did people really feel that way about him?

“I guess you didn’t see the flyer then.” Bobby sneered. Bobby slowly pulled a paper out of his book bag. He looked down at it before handing it to Justin and started to feel a bit awkward. Part of him wanted to laugh, but the other part kind of felt bad. Almost guilty. Bobby Beartrout, almost guilty? What was happening in the world?