Here is an excerpt from a short story that is called: The Name Game and was inspired by a story my father wrote.
My father wrote a story based on what happen to my sister when she was on the game show in the 1950's, I've Got A Secret with Gary Moore. My story has nothing what-so-ever to do with what he wrote. Just the premise. lol
(NOTE: my editor hasn't seen this yet, so there maybe mistakes. Don't worry she will get them.)
Set up: Kelly has been on the TV show, The Name Game and here is what happened at school the next day.
From The Name Game:
The day after I dreaded going to school. That was where I knew the bullies would be waiting to pick on me. But what was surprising was I didn't see Simon or his gang a day.
All day long teachers and kids had a smile, high five, fist bump, 'you were great' or "that was awesome,” or some other praise for me. I liked it! And it made me forgot about Simon altogether, until....
After school, Cole and I got to the corner on Brown Avenue, just two blocks from my house, so close, and I would have miss this encounter. Simon, Eddie, Evan and Joe came around the corner. Cole was the lucky one. He was the one who bolted, sprinting deer style before I could think of it. Besides, they were after me.
"How was playing a woman, little girl. Ha-ha-ha." Simon tried mimicking a girl's voice, but he sound like the goofy kid his is.
I kept walking and cringing while I waited for the smack to the head.
Simon bumped chests with me, "Answer me!" he shouted, giving me the smack to the back of my head.
"Did that hurt, Kelly?"
Rubbing my head, I turn to see my tall big brother, James right behind me.
James just stared at Simon. "Kelly's head is probably hurting. So you can ask me. What do you want to know?"
"Ammm," Simon started. He must have thought better of messing with James. James was a easy a foot and a half taller than him. Instead, Simon shuddered stepping back toward his friends as they turned and headed back down the street.
"If you have anything else to ask Kelly, come find me. I'll answer you.
Better yet, I'll find you if I have to," James told their backs.
James softly squeezed my shoulder leading me toward home. "How long has this been going on?"
"Well, all year really," I owned up to still rubbing my head.
"Why didn't you say anything?" James asked quietly, his head turned to see my face.
I told a deep breath. "I didn't... well, you know, it seem that it was something I had to deal with. And I'd look like I can't take care of myself, so I thought I better try," I admitted.
"Kelly, he's bigger than you. In that case, it's okay to ask me to help you.
I can handle kids like him. If you don't come back at a bully, they'll keep it up. If you think you can't handle him or anybody else, you tell me, okay?" James smiled and rubbed my sore head.