“Take it back,” I warned, breaking free from my friends and balling my hands into fists at my sides. “Take back what you said right now!” “Or what?” she goaded, leaning down to smirk in my face. “What are you going to do, looney tune?” “Heads up!” I heard a boy call out moments before the bully staggered away from us. “Omigod!” Gripping her head, the girl started to scream like a banshee. “My head, my head!” Shocked, I turned to see Joey Lynch coming down the steps that led from the pitch to the school gates with a hurley slung over his shoulder.
