<human>: Can you give me a shortened version of the text?

When I was 14 I was in a fairly large musical production, maybe a 100 member cast. There were many kids my age and younger, solidifying a young chorus.

During dress rehearsal a group of younger douches, maybe 12 years old, would not leave my buddies and me alone. We play cards, they mess up the cards. We find another room and play kneeling mini-basketball, they come take the ball and laugh. I sit down in a chair, they kick my shins.

Okay, the shins took it too far. The dude was annoying as shit, but violence, even 12 year old violence, crosses the fucking line. Before that, they were actively pursuing, and we were trying to get our own space. But he saw the look on my face when his foot connected with my shin bone, and though his laughter did not cease, the smile disappeared. He *knew* I was getting him back. He and his lil' Douchers left at once, and I was left rubbing my sore leg.

For a time.

I sniffed them out with no problem, they were once again in the play room we had vacated during our ditch-the-dolts marathon. He was busy cracking jokes with his friends as I walked up, no hiding, and kicked the shit out of his shin in one, beautiful move.

He started crying and ran to find his mom. Justice served, I sat in his now empty chair and started playing with the ball he had previously stolen. His mom walked in a minute later, seething. His tear-stained face was behind her, smugly smirking like the little bastard he was. She lit me up, hard.

And all I could muster was, "He started it." while lifting my trousers, showing a big, purpley bruise. She choked back her comment about talking to my parents, told me to be careful with my hard-soled dress shoes and proceeded to tear her son a brand new, shining asshole in front of everyone ages 6-16.
<bot>: Doucher 12 yr old kicks my shin, I kick him back. He tells mommy and gets himself in trouble.