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5th Transformation [Action]
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omnitrixterBen wasn't having a good day. He wasn't sure why it wasn't good. It just wasn't and the last place he wanted to be was at school.
As he made his way to the lunch room, pulling money for whatever slop was available for the day out of his wallet, he was knocked to the ground from behind by a couple of stereotypical jocks. The bills scattered in front of him, and he slapped his hand down on them to prevent anyone from taking them. He looked up to glare at his tormentors.
"Whoops! Sorry, Tennyson! Didn't see you there!" the leader of the group mocked, starting to walk by.
Ben had been raised to just ignore the abuse...though he didn't follow that rule when someone else was getting bullied. In this case, however, he'd normally just sweep up his money, get to his feet, and resume walking.
But today? Today, he stretched his hand out a little bit too far to the right as he pulled the money back towards himself, catching the jock's foot, and sending his tormentor sprawling.
"My nose!" came the complaint, muffled by how the jock was clutching at his face.
Ben got up as the jock's entourage flocked around their downed leader. He brushed himself off and started walking.
"My bad," he said coolly as he just kept walking.
As he made his way to the lunch room, pulling money for whatever slop was available for the day out of his wallet, he was knocked to the ground from behind by a couple of stereotypical jocks. The bills scattered in front of him, and he slapped his hand down on them to prevent anyone from taking them. He looked up to glare at his tormentors.
"Whoops! Sorry, Tennyson! Didn't see you there!" the leader of the group mocked, starting to walk by.
Ben had been raised to just ignore the abuse...though he didn't follow that rule when someone else was getting bullied. In this case, however, he'd normally just sweep up his money, get to his feet, and resume walking.
But today? Today, he stretched his hand out a little bit too far to the right as he pulled the money back towards himself, catching the jock's foot, and sending his tormentor sprawling.
"My nose!" came the complaint, muffled by how the jock was clutching at his face.
Ben got up as the jock's entourage flocked around their downed leader. He brushed himself off and started walking.
"My bad," he said coolly as he just kept walking.
