The boy shook uncontrollably. Every fiber of his being begged for mercy.
“One!” the gym teacher barked.
One? One lousy pull-up? Lester couldn’t believe his ears. That’s all he had done and, worse, that was all he was doing.
He let go of the pull up bar and landed on the mat with a thud much to the delight of his fellow classmates. They circled around him, lobbing a slew of childish insults.
All except one…
“Stuff it, you idiots!” the little redhead yelled. “Or deal with me.”
Decades later, it’s still her favorite bedtime story to tell the kids.
The Weekday One Hundred 