[Calann]: 135.Contest entries.FiveWordsMarch

For Five Words, March 2007 round. It sucks, doesn't it?
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Something sharp, hard, hit him squarely on the forehead, just between his eyes. Belatedly he raised his heavy arms to protect his face from the brutal onslaught of pebble after another flying at him from the other side of the yard. He got the message, he always did. Mongrels were not welcome in the town where people prided themselves on their legacy, on their pure blood. He thought back to the girl standing on the side of the road when he arrived, gaping at him, following his every move with googly eyes, ready to lancer the contents of her bucket at him were he to come any closer. Words rang in his ears as he ran for cover, ran to the only place he could feel remotely safe in. He was to learn swordsmanship here, but so far, he had only learned one thing: He was despicable.