Nobody liked Corey. He was...
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Nobody liked Corey. He was a bully par excellence. He was a rather large sixteen-year-old who enjoyed asserting himself over the other boys in ways that made everybody want to stay out of his way. It isn't that he physically hurt anyone. He just made it clear that when you were in his territory you were a nothing. He could turn a bright day into a dark day for any boy who happened to get in his way. He had a way of making anyone feel that he had no right to inhabit planet earth. It was Sunday church parade for the scouting troop that always met in the basement of the local parish. As the boys were all lining up, they were shocked to see that the boy piously carrying the cross at the head of the procession was none other than Corey. He had a sickening look of holiness all about him and smiled magnanimously on those that had previously earned nothing but snarls. It made them all feel sort of sick and gave them the impression that this "church business" was something fraudulent. The next day they saw Corey and hoped against hope that he might perchance be somewhat different after having shared this church experience with them. But no way! He was the same miserable Corey. His pious "theatrics" at the local parish were hypocrisy and a mockery. He was a living lie and that somehow made him even worse than what anyone had previously thought. -- Fairlie
