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[h2]Clifford[/h2]
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Clifford inhaled and Ickes the rest of his team after Giddeon picked his. To look at his team would have really anyone notice something. They were all the outcasts. One in particular named Tim he had picked first. This kid was scrawny with large circular glasses and he seemed to light up at being picked first for once. His team picked he was about to get out there when he paused.

He heard her tone of voice the pauses...the pain. He lightly made his way to his bag. He made his way to Ms. F and glanced at Zaiger. He then focused on Ms. F and that's when a change could be noticed. Eyes that seemed to show raw emotion. Someone who had lived too long and seen too much death. He gently pressed a bottle of aspirin into her hand and gave a very small barely noticeable smile. A smile of comfort. 

Then that mask popped right into place as the sound of bulling reached him. He spun and a snarl came from him. He [i]hated[/i] bullies. This particular one was a football player with an ego larger then his Neanderthal head. It seemed the bully had taken tims glasses...Clifford growled again and stormed his way to them. 

He stepped inbetween bully and victim and crossed his arms. He was a good foot shorter then football head and had to look up...but that did not deplete the anger in his eyes. He plucked the glasses from the bully and handed them to Tim who quietly and wisely ran and re joined the red team. [b]really ginger what are you gonna do now? Stare at me?[/b] Clifford responded by raising a brow and walking away. The bully acted like he won that round.

 His team blinked back to reality from the moment and went back through the motions of the game.