Fists collide with the side of his face, knuckles meet cartilage, blood pours from nostrils and traces the lips in twin scarlet rivers. A cry escapes his mouth, high and girly, showing a weakness that he knew would disappoint his father. The sound only prompts more pain, more attacks,(more) and the boy falls to the grass, bruised and bleeding, holding his hands up in a futile attempt to protect his face.
The other boys choose not to kick him when he falls. They just linger, swaying back and forth with too-fierce smiles on their too-cruel faces, knuckles cracking in tight fists, hate dripping from a torrent of sharp words that only take a second to utter but leave lifelong scars on the cowering, broken child.
The leader of the pack leans down and whispers, "For as much of a weak-ass fairy as you are, you make for a pretty durable piñata, you know that?" He pats the boy's cheek in mock-concern.
"I wish I didn't," the boy thinks to himself, eyes squeezed shut as he tastes metallic red. "I wish I didn't know what kind of piñata I am."
Annoyed at the boy's apparent silence, the leader slaps him hard on the side of the face, the side that isn't half-buried in the dirt. "Answer me when I'm talking to you." The leader sighs and rolls his eyes. "I'll ask again: you make a good piñata, no?"
"Yes," the boy whispers. Instead of candy, though, he's full of pain and shame and years of therapy.
Finally satisfied, the leader stands and waves the rest of the pack off. "We're done here." Then, sickeningly sweet, he adds, "Well, see you next week, Brig. Same time, same place?"
When he receives nothing more than a whimper, he smiles. "Good."(less)
"It's your turn Simon," said little Bethany, handing over the wooden baseball bat.
Simon took the bat and targeted the swaying object hanging from the tree.
"Hey, no cheating. You gotta be blindfolded first," cried Bethany.
"I'm just practicing sheesh."
Bethany walked up behind Simon and (more)reached up to pull a blindfold over his eyes. She tightened the ends with a simple granny knot.
"Can you see anything?" she asked.
"Nope. It's pretty black in here," said Simon.
"You better not be lying. Right I'm going to spin you now."
Bethany placed her hands on Simon's shoulders and urged him to turn.
"One... two.. three... four... five..." Bethany ran backwards. "Now hit!"
Simon swung at the dangling object nearly losing his balance. It connected with a thud. He took off his blindfold to admire the damage.
"What? Nothing happened," he turned to Bethany. "Where's the candy?"
"You gotta keep hitting," she insisted.
Simon gripped the bat and swung again.
"Hey, not yet eager beaver. It's my turn," said Bethany. "Plus you're not wearing the blindfold."
Simon sighed and threw the bat at the ground. It bounced and rolled towards the tree. He marched away in a huff. Bethany went to pick it up. "Oh look, you got a bit of candy on the bat."
Simon stopped in his tracks. Bethany scraped the bat with her finger and procured a red glob. She licked her finger clean. "Eughh!" she spat. "What kind of candy is this?"
"Maybe we should try Felix from two doors down?" asked Simon. "He might have better candy."
Simon and Bethany walked away from the tree and left the neighbours' beloved tabby gently swaying in the breeze.
Life is a giant Pinata only thing different in the life piñata, some pretty awful things happen as the sun beaks up the night piñata. And wow in the life piñata babies are born people die. People get rich others get poor it's a hodge poge
of good bad fun(more)ny sad .So good luck I hope your Pinata is filled with all good things. (less)