"You're dumb!" She yelled across the playground at the top of her small lungs. Her tiny hands balled into fists at her sides. She was shaking in rage.
"You are stupid and I hate you!" A boy replied. His shirt was torn, his green shorts smeared with mud.
"I hate you back, you slimy froggy idiot!"
"You smell!"
"You eat worms!"
The girl was the first to fire. She leaned down, her frilly skirt brushing the ground as her hand searched along the bark of the playground. It closed around something hard. An acorn. "You dumb boy!" She yelled, flinging her arm back behind her head spinning her arm forwards, letting go in just the right place. The acorn spun forwards, twirling in a sharp arc, right across the playground - an impressive feat for a girl of just 6 - before hitting the boy square in his temple. He let out a roar of pain, groping around blindly among the bark for something to send in return. His hand found a small toy soldier, half buried in the dirt, broken and forgotten. He held the toy to his chest, he squinted back to the girl, aiming her up. One of her long pigtails had come out, hanging in a tangled mass down to her waist. A long trail of dark dirt smudged along her cheek. She had a fierce look on her face.
"You're stupid!" He cried.
"You said that before you dumbo!"1
"I know it's true!" He yelled, drawing his arm back and letting the soldier fly.2
The soldier came down hard on top of the girl's head, she screamed furiously. A small piece of bark spun flew the air. Cracking loudly on the small boy's skull. Followed in quick succession by a lolly-pop stick and an empty yogurt pot, idly left behind by a child who didn't really care.3
A torrent of leaves, bark and a long-forgetten spoon flew back at the girl. Anger bubbled within the boy's chest. He'd had about enough of her.
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