"Hello class I wanna welcome a new transfer from valleyfield, Illinois Adam Slate" the teacher said meekly to the class which at the moment was louder then Wallstreet on a busy Monday morning with kids yelling over each other to talk to their friends while I sat in the middle in different to the surrounding chaos.
I was in deep thought not even noticing the teacher quickly excusing himself outside to "talk to a family member" even though we could all see he was giving himself a pep talk to control the situation which had escalated to the tossing of many objects at each whoever they saw as a potential target.
I couldn't get that girl out of my head when admist all the noise I heard a small whimper and a quiet, desperate "stop it". I glanced around to see the said girl backed into a corner with two obese guys blocking her way out chuckling to each other. I slowly got up my face darkening, my teeth gritting with anger as I strode towards them giving off such a murderous intent that the class quieted observing me parting out of my way. I couldnt see what was happening but I saw piggy number one raising a hand to slap her and my rage soared. I stopped his hand twisting it back and slamming half the palm and fingers on it and dropping my elbow with most of my weight on it down on the unsupported half relishing in the loud snap of the bones in his palm snapping into bending it in a ninety degree angle. He howled with pain cluching his palm sobbing on the ground for a second before I bounced up from the desk greeting his face with a kick to the side of the head knocking his tiny glasses off his sweaty dripping nose onto the ground only to be crushed by his giant body that was clothed in sweat stained t shirt and jeans that had ketchup and mustard stains on it making a "beautiful" work of art on the floor.
I smiled at seeing the tub of lard knocked out slowly turning to his friend who had the faintest trickle of yellow liquid flow down his leg and into his sock "your turn" I growled angrily at him.
