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I caught them picking on Cory the next week at art club, relentlessly teasing him about the size of his ears. They weren’t even that big, in my opinion. It was just the way his hair was cropped that made them seem larger than they were.
“Come on, Dumbo,” one of the older boys jeered.
“That’s probably why he’s always late,” snickered another. “He’s got to deal with drag.”
I stomped over immediately, placing myself between Cory and his bullies. “You two. Apologize to him. Right now.”
The first boy put his hands up in mock surrender. “But we didn’t do anything, Miss Cruise.”
I shook my head. “I heard you making fun of him. That’s not nice at all. How would you feel if someone picked on you like that?”
The second boy snorted. “We were only joking, Miss Cruise. Isn’t that right, Cory
