Use the drop-down menus to indicate whether each excerpt gives direct or indirect characterization. Mitchell came up from behind me and just whopped me on the head. For no reason. Just whopped me on the head! Course I jumped up mad. "What ya do that for?" I cried. "Felt like it," he said. That's all; he felt like it. "Ya wanna do somethin’ ’bout it?" Sure, I wanted to do something about it, all right, but I was no fool. Besides the fact I was a small-built boy, Mitchell was a year and some months older than me, a big boy too, stronger than most boys his age, and he could've broken me in two if he'd had the mind.