Hop was walking home from school on a cool and breezy afternoon. Normally he had homework to do on the walk, but today was the first day back from spring break, and his teachers had apparently decided to go easy on their students. No, Hop had more on his mind. Hop had never really liked school, but lately his fellow classmates have taken to calling Hop by a horrible nickname. Hop had no real reason why he hated this nickname so much, but he knew that he hated it with a burning passion. Hop has an odd name, and sometimes people would mistakenly call him “Hot”. But lately kids at school have been mercilessly teasing him and calling him Hot. Hop was reaching a breaking point from all of this. He was beginning to hate the word “Hot”. 

As Hop walked along the sidewalk, he pondered what he should do about it. Ignoring being called Hot was out of the question, because Hop needed to find a way to stop people from calling him Hot.

Suddenly a large fancy-looking sports car pulled up right next to Hop. He paused, wondering if the people inside would offer him candy. He was disappointed however, because the people inside were Hops classmates.

“Hey plum head!” One of them called, making fun of Hops bright purple hair. “It sure is HOT out today isn’t it!” Hops blood boiled, and not because it was hot outside. His classmates laughed and sped away.

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Hop felt his fists clench. He ground his teeth. He began to haphazardly run along the sidewalk, blinded by rage. It felt good to run, to do something.

Now, about this time, a white and gray truck was speeding along the road. The truck had been following behind Hop for a good long while now, but Hop didn't notice that. The driver of the truck was feeling extra chipper today, so he decided to honk friendly like at the purple-haired kid he saw walking along the sidewalk: “HOOOOOOOOOOONK”. It was a very good honk, though the driver, and he appreciated the sound. However, Hop, who was mad at being called Hot, and also inexperienced in the ways of honking, thought that the truck was calling him Hot yet again, so to him he heard “HOOOOOOOOOT”.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Hop howled with rage. He abandoned all logic and reasoning and jumped in front of the truck, fully ready to fight, and win, against this truck. The truck driver was understandably shocked by a kid deciding to jump out in front of a moving truck. He tried to brake, but it was too late. The truck skidded to a stop, but not before whacking Hop in the face.

Hop did not win in the fight against the truck.