Sunlight struck me and I hurried to the bike rack, then stopped. Cheryl was guarding the bikes.
I ducked behind some greenery, waiting for her to leave. From somewhere across the road came the unmistakable sound of tearing briefs, followed by a howled ''girls ruuuule!"
''Hey, weak boy!" came a cheery voice. I whipped around to find Sandra, the 2nd grader who had threatened my cousin and me. ''We wedgied just about every boy in the school today, and it was so easy. So, what kind of wedgie did you get?"
I replied that I hadn't gotten a wedgie; I knew how to outsmart the bullies. That surprised Sandra. ''No wedgie? A little wimp like you?'' she marveled. ''You know, Cheryl's right over there. I could -''
''No!'' I said quickly.
''Oh, um, well, I could beat you up you know.''
''What?!" I snorted. "I'm in fourth