Robbie was the neighborhood bully and everyone either shied away or joined him. Either way, they did what they did out of fear for their safety.
Maggie was the new girl to the area and she had only one real run in with Robbie. He’d pushed her down, then laughed, challenging her to do something about it.
Not one to be confrontational, the 12-year-old took his abuse and once he grew bored of her refusal to respond, he went away. This wasn’t the first time she had to deal with a bully, but she knew it would be the last bit of bullying Robbie would ever do.
The following day, Maggie knelt on the sidewalk in front of her home, drawing smiling faces with large pieces of colored chalk, when Robbie appeared. He immediately began dragging his tennis shoes over her artwork, spitting on the drawings, distorting the once happy faces and laughing all the while.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Maggie warned.
“Oh yeah?” Robbie taunted, “What’cha gonna do about it?”
“I’m not going to do a thing,” she answered.
Suddenly the smiling face he was standing on came to life and before Robbie could react to it, the thing’s mouth opened and the sidewalk beneath swallowed him. It happened so quickly that Robbie never even had the chance to scream.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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