"Now with this." Carlitos throws a lemon in the air, and Lincoln cuts it.
"That was amazing. How do you do that?" CJ asked.
"My sense of hearing has been greatly developed. Thanks to it, I can hear the wind passing through and around things, so I can tell where they are."
"Wow. You're like a superhero." Carl looked at the boy with even more admiration when he saw his body and suggested becoming like him.
"Yes, yes, he does good tricks, but it's not a big deal." Ronnie-Anne didn't admit it, but she was also surprised at what the boy could do. "Hey Lincoln, how about if we take a walk around town before you leave?"
"Ronnie-Anne has a boyfriend. Ronnie-Anne has a boyfriend." CJ and Carl were making fun of her when they were silenced by their cousin, who put one of the lemon halves in each of their mouths.
"I'd love that, Ronnie-Anne, but actually we're already leaving." Lincoln is interrupted when he hears his father moan from the porch, unsuccessfully trying to start the truck. "Okay. I think we have two hours, one if Lana participates."
"Oh cool." Ronnie-Anne kept tweezers in her pocket and grabbed Lincoln's arm. "Then let's walk." 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂
The two teenagers left the three boys alone. CJ and Carl were saying incomprehensible things because of the sour fruits in their mouths.
"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full." Carlitos scolds his older brothers.
-Ronnie-Anne and Lincoln-
The friends were walking around town when they bumped into two girls of Asian descent, Sid and Adelaide Chang.
"Hi sid, hello Adelaide. Where are you going so fast?"
"We're going to the ice rink to try out the skates we received this Christmas." Sid looked at the boy who had accompanied her best friend. "Oh, hey, what's your nane?" asked the girl with red cheeks blushing.
"Hi, sid, it's me, Lincoln."
"Lincoln?! Is that really you?" The Asian girl looked at the boy from head to toe without letting the blood run down her cheeks, just like her little sister, until they both noticed his unmistakable cane. "Lincoln, what happened?"
Before Lincoln could answer, someone was heard speaking.
"Okay, well, look at who we have here. Illegals and kamikazes." When they turned around, they found a huge boy, almost two meters tall, with noticeable muscles, almost like a bodybuilder's. He dressed like a punk. He was wearing army boots, a leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, and a blue mohawk-dyed hat. Surrounded by four boys dressed just like him.
That person was Mason Garrett London. Nicknamed "Megalodon". He was captain of the wrestling team, champion of the gym's heavyweight boxing division, and president of the school's bodybuilding club.
His large size and build were due to his father being a fifteen-time bodybuilder champion, five of which were world champions, and his mother being an Olympic champion in weightlifting, shot put, and hammer throw. Which made them local heroes, and thus their son inherited their genes.
But unlike those who were humble and righteous, Mason acted like a fool who used his social standing at school and his family's name recognition to do as he pleased. His preferred targets were the weak or those in poor economic standing, though he also harassed those of different races, as Mason's most characteristic feature was his racism.
"Get out of here and leave us alone, Mason." Ronnie-Anne and her friends are about to leave when they are stopped and pushed into an alley by Mason's entourage.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mason looked at Lincoln and noticed a print of the Canadian flag on the right chest of his leather jacket. "Now, silly Canadian? You immigrants have nothing better to do with your lives than come to our country to steal jobs from honest, hard-working North Americans?"
"You have no right to use any of those words. You've had seven jobs in your life, and they've kicked you out of them all because you stole money from your bosses, who were Americans."
Mason grabbed Ronnie-Anne by the collar of her sweatshirt and lifted her. "What did you say to me?" Ronnie-Anne took the opportunity to punch Mason in the eye, causing him to drop her while Sid hugged Adelaide.
Mason grabbed his eye due to his large size and the toughness of his muscles. The blow did not hurt him, but since the eyes had nothing to protect, they were the weak point. He closed his eyes and only heard the sounds of the beating, assuming his entourage was performing a coup of the teens and the girl, but when he opened them, he discovered Ronnie-Anne beating up the last of his followers. "You fucking Mexican!"
Ronnie-Anne was about to confront Mason when Lincoln's cane stopped her.
"No, Ronnie-Anne...Leave it to me."
Mason saw Lincoln's cane and started laughing. "Ha! You? Against me? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. A pathetic blind man against me? Ha-ha-ha, Oh my God, that's right. Ha-ha-ha. That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. So funny." The boy and his entourage laughed even though they were still lying on the ground. Mason stopped laughing as he wiped a tear from his eye. "That was fine; if you want to kill yourself, I won't refuse to help you." Mason stood in front of Lincoln and brought his face close to his, exposing his cheek. "But since I am so generous, I will let you make the first strike." Mason always did the same thing in boxing matches. He let himself be beaten first because his rugged peripheral constitution made him practically invulnerable. "Come on, hit me as hard as you can."