Jesse worked the knife from his pocket, pressed the button, and the blade flipped open. He jammed it into Kirk’s guts. Kirk rolled off screaming, “Unh! Unh!”
Jesse ran without looking back, cold air burning his lungs. He disappeared from school after that. A month later I saw him in the pinball arcade.
"There's Jesse Strunk!"
Someone emerged from the crowd, told me to shut up—that his name wasn't Jesse Strunk anymore.