I was in no mood to be challenged at my home. My sister had been brutally murdered, and I couldn't tell anyone, nor go back to Bhutan to be with my family. Frustration was building again for other people. I wanted to be alone. I wanted Bada and me to be alone.
Together.
"What, Superhero Number … Zero? You see a small Asian boy looking at you and you feel encouraged to challenge?" I said with my eyes glowing emerald to The Son of The Gun, who stood nearly seven feet tall and was built as solid as stone.
"Don't ask for it, Druk." Jerome replied and said firmly, "Dragons don't frighten me."
"Stop it now, both of you!" Bada said as she stood in between us. "Please, listen to what happened to me, Druk. Sit now!"
"Cool off and let Bada explain you jerks!" Cahoki expressed looking put off, as she usually did.
Big Pinky took a step forward with his hammocks clenched again, standing shorter than Jerome, but three times as wide.
