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[Dean Miller]

Dean sorted out his hat as he sat on a bench by himself. He liked being by himself as it meant less people to worry about. He also liked to look good so that other people would know he was high class and that his family had money. His appearance meant a lot to him. This was also another reason why he was such a bully. The more people tat feared him he better. It meant he had a reputation and that less people would try and mess with him.

Standing up he zipped up his black jacket and looked around for some new prey. He was bored and his favourite pass time was fighting with the weaker. As he looked to hi left side he spotted a boy who looked like he could use a beating. Cracking his knuckles and sniffing up to prep himself he walked over already squared up. As it was the school term now there want many people here so he should be able to fight with him in peace. "OI pip squeak. What do you think your doing." He shouted at the boy as he stopped just short of him

 

[Corey Ryder]

Corey walked towards the harbor happily. He had been given his pocket money today and was looking forward to spending it. The other reason for his upbeat mod was the fact that he had made so many new fiends and he had not been beaten up in a while. He was starting to think that maybe things were starting to turn around and he wouldn't be bullied anymore. The thought brought a smile to Corey's face as he thought about being popular with not getting beaten up all the time. He liked that image.

Corey had bought an ice cream an was now stood on the pavement above the sandy beach. He looked out over the sea that crashed down close to the wall which he was sanding on. The tide was in which mean it was early morning. Corey didn't are much fr time as his Aunt didn't mid when e stayed out till and he was an early riser anyway.

He looked away from the sea as he heard a voice calling to him. He knew that he didn't like the sound of he boy just by what he said. Corey swallowed hard making sure he didn't sound nervous. "Im looking at the sea. Why whats up?" He said sounding confident but it was just a mask.

 

[Dean Miller]

Dean glared at the boy as he turned and looked at him. He could already tell that he wouldn't be liking this little weakling. When the boy spoke Dean could feel he anger begin to pump through his veins. He had learned that if he pictured someone he really hated in the place of the person he would beat up then it made him more angry and more stronger. He pictured his dad in the place of the boy and glared at him. "Your what's up you stupid filthy mudblood. Your presence is dirtying this place and for that you must b punished." He said pushing the boy in the chest with force. "And im going to be the lucky one to do just that."He said evily

 

[Corey Ryder]

Corey as taken aback by what the boy said. He couldn't understand what he had one wrong to set this boy of. He guessed that when he got bullied as ofter as he did then he didn't really need to do anything really he was apparently just a walking talking target. Still he would try and stand his ground, see if he could talk himself out of it and see if he could dodge beating.

Opening his mouth to talk he flinched as the other boy pushed him. Corey lost his balance and fell onto the floor. "You know i could be a pure blood for all you know so i couldn't be a mudblood." He said standing up and ignoring the pain in the top of his leg where he had landed awkwardly. He was bracing himself for anything now.

 

[Dean Miller]

Dean smiled proudly as he watched the boy fall to the ground after he had pushed him over. How weak. He thought to himself as he watched the boy stand up again. It was his next comment that got to him. It made him scoff and shake his head. "Yeah right. A pure blood wouldn't have said that. Besides i can tell just by looking at you that your not pure blooded." He taking a step forward towards the boy. He thought about his move. Maybe he could play with his mind or something. That was always fun to him. "You know i could easily brake your nose if i punched you hard enough Can you imagine how much pain you would be in."Dean taunted the pathetic boy

 

[Corey Ryder]

Corey frowned at the boys next words. He couldn't believe what he was saying. Could you really tell if someone was pure blood just by looking at them? Corey didn't know and he didn't care. He wasn't a pure blood and he didn't care that he wasn't, he was proud of his mixed blood status. "What ever you say. Blood status isn't everything you know." He said folding his arms across his chest to make him look like he wasn't scared when in fact he was. He knew what was coming and he didn't like it. He didn't think that his words meant anything to the boy but hat wasn't going to stop him. "Yeah well good luck with that. My mum put a spell on it which means it cant be damaged." Corey sad confidently. Another lie but he hoped the boy didn't know this

 

[Dean Miller]

Dean let an evil and arrogant smirk place itself o his lips."Yeah maybe in our view but in real lie your blood status gets you a long way. Bout time a mud blood like you leans that." He spat meanly at the boy. He had been brought up to be proud of his blood and he had been told that it was important. So that was what he believed in now after it had been drilled into his head for 11 years. He laughed slightly when the boy said that his mum and put a spell on him. He thought that highly unlikely and he would like nothing more that to find out if it was true or now. "Well i will just have to find out." He said quickly as he swung his fist around ad aimed it strait at the boys face with much force.

 

[Corey Ryder]

Corey didn't like the way that this boy spoke. He spoke like a real piece of work. Why would someone let their child think like that. All of his family were raised well and the ones tat were a little evil had a good up bringing. "Your messed up you know that." He said frowning. Corey hardly heard the boy talk before he felt a fist in his face. Again he fell on to the floor again. Blood starting to drip from his nose. Corey let out cry of pain. He didn't stand back up again this time, but stayed on the floor holding his painful nose

 

[Dean Miller]

Dean grinned widely and evilly as he watched the boy fall to the floor. He felt proud in the fact that e had over powered the boy who's nose was now dripping with blood. Dean proceeded to kick the by in the side because he had stayed on the ground so was in the perfect position for a good kick in the ribs. There was something about causing pain hat Dean liked. "Your only saying that because you don't like being beaten up. If i had been friendly you would be saying a whole different story." He commented