Note: Just something short I wrote in school.

Enjoy!

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It was a warm spring day at the Lance's.

But it wasn't a normal one.

Because today was Sara's birthday. And everyone knew how she got on her birthday.

"Someone grab me a stick!" she shouted. Kara immediately complied.

Sara smirked at the boy being held in place. Oliver fought desperately against Nyssa and Clark, but it was no use. Clark seemed to have inhuman strength, and Nyssa was just scary strong.

"Revenge is sweet," Laurel said. She was holding Oliver's shoulders while Clark and Nyssa each had an arm.

"How is this fair!?" Oliver demanded, but Sara had a crazy glint to her eyes.

"Children!" Lance called He walked into the room with a warm smile that disappeared when he saw Oliver. They widened in understanding, though, when he saw that Oliver was being held in place.

"Carry on," Lance smirked.

Long story short, Oliver left with a lot of bruises. Some were the size of the stick, but others were in the shape of a hand.