I want to kill them all.
Ever since I was young I was tought to be nice and everyone would return the favor.
Why in the hell would they teach anyone that?
I'm sitting in the bus surrounded by fucking idiots. I was in a wonderful mood 7th period, got on the bus then he came on.
" 'Sup nerd? " he questioned, knocking over my things. I struggled to get my items, reaching to fix my glasses on my face.
Where are my glasses?!
I move my arms blindly in the tiny aisle way searching for them when I see a tall, blurry figure standing above me.
"Looking for these?" he inquires sarcastically, holding what I presume to be my glasses and starts to bend them. I'd had enough and broke out of my shell. I stand up, my vision still not intact and snatch the glasses from his hand. He begins to laugh as if he were stronger than me.
"Look what we have here, finally deciding to do something?"
I begin to rethink retaliation, but before I know it my leg swoops under his knocking him off balance.
