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Oh, boy, don't try to be a hero now - ya know about heroes. They save the day, but in the end, they always fail to save the girl. Well, at least if ya tried to step to me - ha-ha." Calvin got off his bike and walked up to the window.

"If you don't shut your mouth and stop what you're doing right now - I'm going to have my dad beat you up when he comes home from work." Calvin spoke up with an angry tone.

"Ya dad is going to beat me up? Ha-ha, kid - I would have ya dead before ya could even get ya ass back on that bike seat, to go back home for help. Besides, if I granted ya a head start, my truck would still be on ya tail." Calvin ran back to his pedal bike, and looked at Earl.

"You're on fatass - let's race to the end of the creek!" Earl ran to the front seat of his truck, and turned the key in the ignition to start the truck.

"Let's do this then, kid!"

The race was off - Calvin pedaled in an incredible, spontaneous speed towards the end of the creek, which was at the end of their neighborhood block. The ice cream truck was directly behind Calvin, accelerating at a paced procedure, timing itself to when to strike, and pass Calvin, and to leave him in the dust, lost. As Calvin ascended to the neighborhood road - Earl swerved over to the left side of Calvin, and entered his riding zone, ordering him to cease pedaling, and stomp on the break pad to stop. When Calvin skid - Earl's ice cream truck was front angled five feet directly ahead of him, and the friction of the bike on the asphalt caused a gravitational pull, forcing Calvin to fly off straight over his handling bars. The speed of the action excluded a controllable stop nowhere but the rear end of the ice cream truck. The impact was almost perfect, as Calvin executed an unwanted dive into the door window of the truck, and landed, and performed a sliding finisher on his face. Broken fragments of glass slit through his facial flesh - lips cut up and ripped, nose split into three proportions - started at the bridge, then made a circular ring-like cut, which went down to the right of the nose, and made its way with a slice at the left nostril - and ended when it came back up to the bridge.

Earl placed the truck in park and stood up from his seat. Calvin was bleeding gushingly all over the floor. He rose up his face, and revealed a muscle surface - dowsed with bright red blood. Earl looked at Calvin, and said no word to him - just looked at his disfeatured face, and externally laughed at him suffering from exposed air hitting his meat resembling face.

Calvin mewled like how his little brother Denny did when he failed to impress his father. Calvin was a lot different compared to Denny though; Calvin always got what he asked for, like receiving ten times as more gifts than Denny - which, Denny only received two or three. His father made sure Calvin was the one playing on the baseball field, while he forced Denny to sit and watch alone in the car, blocks away from the game. Denny was used to the pain and rejection of his Father, though. It made him feel happy that someone was actually paying attention to him, and knew that he existed.