My hands clench underneath the table. Anger begins to well up inside me, an indescribable anger that made me want to lung at him. His Jibes continued with stuff like "Oh, I don't know what's more dangerous, a hurricane or you!" And his friends would laugh along. Finally standing, I grabbed my tray and threw it at him, the metal edge hitting him in the bottom lip. The entire cafeteria went silent. "You know what I had to go through! You little jerk! It's my first freaking day! So what if I trip, it's not like you haven't 'Mr. Perfect'! I bet you you're the type of person who hears someone took a crap and you're all like 'ewww, you have an anus?" Like we're friggin’ aliens to you! So leave me alone!"

His friends backed away. When I was angry, and away from my parent's I had a nasty I mean nasty vocabulary. The kind of words that would either make my dad beat me with a crowbar, or cry in the corner like a little girl with a skinned knee. "Yeah! That's it, not so freaking tough now are you! You're little butt buddies are gone! You're the type of person who needs a group there with you! You're all bark and no bite!"

He looked at me, his nose and lip bleeding. He started crying. I felt a strange sense of pleasure from it, but I held my ground, the tears of anger gushing out more. Clenching my fists, I ran away. I realized what I did was wrong. I didn't have to be taught that when I was little, I'd already known. I hid in the band room under the bleachers. My face buried in my knees.

I had to stop crying so much. It was going to make me seem like a little girl. The door to the band room opened. Probably the teacher. I didn't care.

After a few minutes of listening, I looked up and saw a pair of blue jeans hanging delicately from a tall, thin frame. I stayed quiet.

It didn't help though. The person was standing right in front of me.

I started to think of ways to get away from the person, but right when I'd thought of something, they dropped down and looked straight into my eyes. I gasped as I realized it was the boy from my math class, the one I sat next to. "Hey," He smiled, a cheerful look on his face. "What's going on, Murphy?" His smile widened. I snapped my hand out at him to hit him in the face, but he caught my wrist, his expression never changing. "Let me go!" I screamed kicking at him. "You're awfully violent, aren't you?" He chuckled.