- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
This is what I did when people called me a geek and a nerd.
It was a dark and rainy day. I slogged in through the front entrance of school, my face deep beneath my jacket. I was in a foul mood. The dark and vicious stares I shot were enough to scare anybody away, and I trudged on to my locker. Stowing my jacket, and taking out my books and backpack, I headed to my first class, Science. Exchanging a couple of words with some "friends", I sat down, as last weeks test was being handed out. As usual, I got a high ninety. The jackass beside me had a 43. Glancing at my score, he exclaimed in a barely audible voice, "Holy -blam!-! Look at this nerd! He got 98%!" Although I was in a horrible mood, and my patience was already stretched thin, I managed to hold myself in.
Some dumbass exchanged a joke with his friend, and Neanderthal laughs echoed around my head. These guys are like cavemen, I thought to myself. They could barely even speak English, or think logically, and I bet they would function better using a series of grunts. Their bouts of laughter continued around in my head. I had had enough of this -blam!-. But I thought better of it, and decided to stay calm. The usual remarks about me studying all day came around. Like every other time, I tried to inform them, that no, I didn't study for this test. It just so happens that I have a better capacity for thinking and common sense then most others. I find school easy. I usually don't even have to go to class, I can pass tests by first hand knowledge and logical thinking.
Suddenly, something clicked. I couldn't stop myself, my rage was being unleashed. I threw the pen I was holding with all my might at the moron who had made a stupid remark diagonally across from me. With insane velocity, the pen embedded itself in his stomach, piercing through his skin and tissues. Finally stopping, about 8 centimeters inside, his yellow sweater started turning a dark red. I took the nearest thing within my grasp, and hurled it at the moron's friend. Exploding through the skull, the only thing stopping it was the handle, which was embedded out of his forehead. All this happened like lightning, and no one could react, as of yet. Now the screams started ripping loose from the throats of girls and guys alike. Quickly jumping of my stool, I grasped it in both hands, and brought the stool down full power on the jackass's head beside me. Smashing his cranium to one thousand pieces, blood, brain, and bone fragments flew everywhere. I liked no one, as my "friends" had joined the fun making session. I vaulted to the shelves at the back of the room, and chucked the bottle full of flammable liqued into the middle of the room. Only one kid had the sense to run out of the room as I set the whole thing on fire. The rest tried to follow, but it was too late. I leaped out of the window, and started running.
The adrenaline had long kicked in, and I felt... alive, as I hustled home. I threw open the front door, and strode inside. Quickly locking everything, I headed for the kitchen. I make some nice hot chocolate for myself, and then proceeded upstairs. The power button on the TV was no match for my strength. The Xbox followed suite, and before I knew it, I was ripping through aliens like hotcakes.