Although Charli had nerves of steel, she was terrified. More terrified than falling off a precipice in the Grand Canyon. More terrified than having a lion rip her insides out. Well, ok, not that terrified. But anyways, the red on the flagpole flag symbolized bloody death to Charli. And Tina, the second time that week, fainted again. The bully came out of hiding from behind a dumpster. Charli bit her lip, hoping that her wittiness would not be scared away, and put her right hand over her heart and hoped that George Washington's ghost would help her. The bully punched his hand, threatening her. Charli trembled with fear.
She gathered up her courage(or what was left of it) and said, "You don't scare me." How anyone could be a bigger liar, she didn't know. What she did know was that he was coming closer, and her days were numbered. Numbered 3, 2, 1-go! She took off running towards the bully(at 60 mph). She noticed that a crowd had gathered, and they were chanting, FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! Her heart beating in her ears, she headbutted the bully. Staggering back, he rolled up his sleeves and squinted at her. "You look funny squinting. Are you nearsighted?" Charli wanted to provoke him as much as she could. He held up a fist and aimed it at her.