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Bruce enters seventh grade at age 13. He always had good genes, inherited from his father, who died when Bruce was only six. In the other grades Bruce was somewhat shy, but in seventh grade part of the curriculum included phys-ed, giving him the first real opportunity to develop his young body. He gets to work out with the weights and also blossom socially. Bruce, up to this time has had a difficult life, living with an older brother, Bob, who is two years older than him and delights in picking on his smaller brother. He also has a stepfather who never took a liking to Bruce and often times slaps him around. In seventh grade he sees his new body developing, and knows that someday HE will be the biggest man in the house. He awaits that day. MUSCLESTUD BRUCE -- CHAPTER 1 At age 13 Bruce entered seventh grade. He was by far the biggest boy in his class at 5'10, l39. He was happy to get back to school and away from home, where his stepfather never took a liking to the kid, and often times he too would take a crack at Bruce, sending him off whimpering to himself. He knew it would do no good to talk to his mother, as she too was scared of her husband. Bruce knew it because they used to have violent arguments at night, and occasionally his stepfather would beat her. Bruce often times went to bed hearing his mother crying. Bruce had grown up with good genes, inherited from his father who died when he was only six. Bob also was blessed with a hereditary physique. He was a freshman that year and active in junior varsity football and other sporting activities. His stepfather was in his early forties, and to hear him tell it he had won most of his high school football games single-handedly. He bragged about what an athlete he had been, but even Bruce could see that in recent years he had let himself go and no longer had the muscle-tone he once had. His favorite recreation now was sitting around with a six-pack and watching football on television. The inactivity had taken its toll on him. In seventh grade Bruce was exposed to phys-ed classes and started using the weight room. He had seen rapid results in a short time. He always had been blessed with a large frame and big bones. The coach had told him that it would be easier for him to develop his muscles as he was "predisposed" to it. Bruce didn't know what predisposed means, so he looked it up in the dictionary. Yeah, that meant that his muscles would develop much easier than with some of the kids who were not so genetically blessed. He kept working out on a regular basis, and never told anyone at home. In the earlier grades, despite the fact that Bruce was big for his age he was never pushy and never fought with the other kids. Most of them left him alone as they knew he was bigger than they were and were not about to mess with him. But that would change in mid-term. After the mid-term vacation Bruce found out on the first day of school that a new kid from Chicago had moved to town, and was enrolled in seventh grade. He scoped out the new kid, named Stephen, and observed that Stephen, too, was big for his age, and almost as big as Bruce. At recess he had his first encounter with Stephen, who was making the rounds, looking over his fellow classmates and pushing some of them around to let them know he was bigger than they were. Then he saw Bruce and he knew it would be a challenge. He had to assert his superiority over Bruce starting that day. Walking up to Bruce he took the flat of his hand and pushed Bruce in the chest, hard. But, Bruce, unlike some of the other boys did not fall down, or run away in tears. Bruce knew then that he would have to fight or Stephen would own him forever. He has been pushed around and slapped at home and he just was not going to take it in school. "Hey, Punk," Stephen said, as he gave Bruce another push, "I'm the new boss around here. After this, you do what I tell you or you get the crap beaten out of you!" Clenching his fist Bruce delivered a gut punch to Stephen's chest that sent him reeling. Stephen was back in an instant, fists clenched, and ready to strike Bruce. As his right hand darted out toward Bruce's face Bruce grabbed his wrist, pulling it behind Stephen's back and applying a hammerlock on the kid'a arm. Stephen tried to extricate himself from Bruce's grip, but found he was not strong enough to do so. "You wanna fight, you piece of shit" Bruce shouted, “I’ll show you who the boss is," and with all of his might he forced Stephen's arm a bit closer to his neck. Stephen grimaced, and forced his left leg back, trying to connect with Bruce's to make him fall. Bruce was too fast and stepped aside while applying more pressure on Stephen's arm. This time it was Stephen who was crying out, "Okay, okay! Let go, let go, it's a standoff." Bruce just intensified his hold. "Standoff?" You fucking little bastard, I'll show you what a real beating is!" "Who’s boss now fucker, you give up?" Stephen said no and then Bruce really applied the pressure. "I'll break your fucking arm, or you'll give....now," Bruce shouted. Bruce then caught Stephen's foot with his foot, forcing him down on the ground with Bruce on top of him. With his fists he hammered at Stephen's writhing body. "Ill give you a few bruises so that you remember me," he said, as he punched him in the kidney area. Stephen was now crying and Bruce finally let go. "Don't ever mess with me again Dickhead," Bruce warned him. All of the kids cheered as Stephen headed back into the school building. Bruce shouted after him: "One word about this to the teacher and I’ll give you the worst beating of your life. Keep your damned mouth shut." Stephen did. Bruce had prevailed in his first real fight. He was proud of himself and the day he had dispatched the new school bully. He had put Stephen out of commission and it was doubtful that Stephen would ever pick on any of the kids again, at least when Bruce was around. Heading back after recess Bruce had a good feeling about himself. Something told him that this was a turning point in his life. And there was something else he knew too--that one day he would be the strongest man at home. He awaited that day. --TO BE CONTINUED.