Travis Holzer was infatuated with himself. He couldn’t pass by a window without stopping and preening. He’d run his fingers through his hair and give a quick wink. A smirk would flash across his vain face and he’d swagger off like a puffed-up peacock. His grandstanding had reached an all-time high. The recipients of his condescending comments and cruel actions were battered and bruised. They longed for revenge.
“Somebody should teach him a lesson.” Connie complained. “He tripped me when I was carrying my lunch tray today. I spilled my food, skidded on some squished peas and fell flat on my face in front of everyone in the cafeteria. People started applauding and laughing. I was so embarrassed. And to top it off, he didn’t get caught by any of the teachers. He is such a creep.”
“I know, Con, he is a monster, but I think his payday is coming. What goes around comes around!” Jean continued, “I just hope the good Lord will let us be there when He teaches “Mr. Conceited” a lesson in humility.”
Drumming her fingers on her desk Connie seethed. “Oh, I hope so, too. I don’t know of any other person that I’d like to….”
“Speak of the devil.” Jean interrupted as she gave Connie a quick kick. “Here comes trouble.”
“Loved the way you skated through the cafeteria today, Connie.” Travis laughed. “I would have given you a perfect 10 except you fell.”
“Leave her alone, Travis.” Jean barked. “We know you tripped her. You’re just lucky none of the teachers saw what you did.”
“That’s not luck, butterball, that’s talent. It’s too bad you didn’t get any.”
Connie stood to her feet and fumed. “Travis Holzer, you are the most arrogant, sorry, proud, mean-spirited person I’ve ever known!”
“Thanks for the compliment, my little Olympian. You keep working on your skating so you can get that perfect 10.” Travis chimed as he plopped down in his chair.
“Good afternoon, class.” Mr. Adams greeted his students. “Today we have a very special guest with us. Coach Turner from the University of Michigan is here visiting. We were roommates in college together, back in the day, and I have invited him to hear some of your speeches today.”
Travis whispered to his buddy, Ben. “He’ll be recruiting me in a year or two.”
Mr. Adams glanced down at his notebook. “Let’s see. Whose turn is it to start off our speeches today?”
Travis waved his hand up in the air.
“Oh yes, Travis, it’s your turn. Come on up and impress us with your oratory genius.”
Connie rolled her eyes and whispered to Jean. “Please don’t feed the monster, Mr. Adams.”
Travis waltzed up to the podium.
“Where are your 3 x 5 cards?” Mr. Adams asked as he looked over his reading glasses.
“Awww, Mr. Adams, I’ve got my speech memorized. I don’t need any cards.”
Mr. Adams scrawled a note on his paper and replied, “Those cards are part of your grade, Travis. I’m going to have to take a few points off your score for not being prepared, but go ahead and let’s hear what you have to say. What is your speech about?”
“I’d like to inform the class today of the techniques that a Kick Off Specialist uses on a football team.”
“Go ahead.” Mr. Adams nodded.
Fanning out his shoulders Travis began, “I have been the Kick Off Specialist for our school’s football team since I was a freshman. It takes great skill and talent to reach the level that I have attained.”
Connie moaned as he continued. “The first thing you must learn is how to hold your foot.”
Jean mumbled to Connie, “What is that white bumpy piece of cloth hanging out the bottom of his jeans?”
Connie’s eyes darted toward the mysterious item. “I don’t know but it looks like he’s getting ready to show us his famous kick.” She sighed.
Travis gave a sudden snap. The bizarre material that had been sagging from his pant leg went zipping through the air landing on top of Coach Turner’s bald head.
“It’s Travis’ underwear!” Jean roared.
Connie scribbled the number 10 on a sheet of paper and held it up. The entire class erupted in laughter.
“They must have been stuck in my jeans when I put them on.” Travis shrugged.
Ben chuckled, “You sure are turning red, Trav.”
Connie giggled. “Travis may be red, but I’m tickled pink!”
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