I clutched my trusty Rubicks Cube firmly in my bloody hand, fixing my eyes upon the kid that lives across the street. It's been 2 weeks since he has taken what is most dear to me; the one material possession that I treated with respect of a fellow human. The smug look on his pathetic stubby face as he rode on my razor scooter infuriated me. My hand quivered in pain as I clutched my impromptu weapon even more tightly, as I crossed the street without looking. My sister was tanning in the backyard, oblivious to my rage and the teenage neighbor watching her from his dimly lit room on the 2nd floor. I was nearly there, entering the Stevenson's front yard. Timmy Stevenson knew I didn't come over just to be bullied into submission again. He got off the scooter, letting it fall to the hot pavement of the driveway. This impact scratched the smooth galvanized metal, widening my pupils as I ran towards him. Before he could say a word, I swung the Rubicks Cube towards his mouth, making a bloody mess of his lips and gums. He fell over as I continued to hit him with the rugged plastic edges of the puzzle toy. I rotated the cube into different positions each time before I struck, mimicking all the different ways in which he tormented my life. I did this until the Rubicks Cube was solved. Needless to say I'm not too good at those things.
Are...
Are you ok?
That's a lot of expensive words to say you're a genius at solving puzzles.
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