“I think it’s time for the belly flop!” Jeremiah laughed, grabbing belly while you made a run for it. There was a shed on the side where you decided to hide.

You could hear the splashing sound from Belly being thrown into the pool and internally prayed you wouldn’t be found.

That was until you heard a voice. Your enemies voice.

“Oh pizza face!”

You hated that nickname. He called you that when you developed bad acne, but you got rid of it this year.