Then the boy kicked it in the ribs and dragged on the lead again.
The boy kicked in the snow like a rabbit with a broken spine.
She wanted to beg the black boys not to kick her anymore.
She wanted to tell the laughing black boys to kick her somewhere else.
Again the boy kicked, and once more he was free.
The boy kicks the door many times, begging to be let in, screaming that he's going to kill them.
The boys kicked dirt over the flames, made sure they were dead out, then turned to follow her toward the sun's destination.
The boy was kicking like crazy to get free of him but Philip held on.
The boy kicked his feet idly against the deck, then looked up.
