Suddenly, a ball rolled and stopped at Mitchelâs feet.
A chubby boy, followed by a slender one and a shorter one, hurried over to retrieve it.
When the ball landed near Mitchel, the chubby boy yelled, âHey, you cripple!â
Mitchel didnât respond, but Raeganâs hand tightened into a fist.
The chubby boy, noticing Mitchelâs earlier struggle to stand, jeered loudly, âHey, you in the wheelchair! Donât act like you didnât hear me, okay?â
Mitchel turned sharply, his eyes piercing.
âAre you speaking to me?â
The chubby boy was taken aback by Mitchelâs stern look but regained his bravado, thinking of his influential parents.
He couldnât show weakness in front of his associates.
He taunted, âYeah, Iâm talking to you.
Who else here is a cripple?â
âs BunnyBookery His mocking words made the shorter boy burst into laughter as well.
âHa! This guyâs hilarious, trying to stand up like that!â
Raegan was seething, desperate to confront these rude children.
Yet, she hesitated, considering Mitchelâs pride.
Intervening might only exacerbate the situation.
Reluctantly, she restrained herself and continued to watch.
âThis gentleman looks quite handsome.
He seems impressive too,â the slender boy remarked, subtly cautioning the chubby boy against ridiculing someone who might be significant.
The chubby boy retorted, âWhat good is being handsome? Who would want a cripple?â
He edged closer to taunt Mitchel directly, âHey, cripple, if you can pick up that ball for me, Iâll ask my dad to get you a prosthetic.
How about that?â
The shorter boy was puzzled.
âProsthetic? But doesnât he have legs?â
âWhat good are legs if they donât work? Heâs as useless as trash!â the chubby boy declared spitefully.
Raegan could tell the chubby boy was a constant bully, a child who used his familyâs status to intimidate others.
He was young but remarkably cruel, likely to grow even more arrogant and despotic with age.
The chubby boy jeered further, âHonestly, just cut off those legs.
Prosthetics would serve you better than those crippled limbs!â
Mitchelâs expression remained frosty, showing no interest in trivial banter with the chubby boy.
Instead of addressing these children directly, he seemed more inclined to educate the parents responsible for such upbringing.
That approach would likely be more impactful.
Seeing Mitchel ignore him, the chubby boy harbored contempt.
A cripple and yet so arrogant!
âCripple, Iâm talking to you, didnât you hear?â
The chubby boy said this as he maliciously kicked Mitchelâs weakened leg.
Mitchelâs gaze turned icy, and just as he was about to respond, a stone flew through the air, striking the chubby boy on the calf.