"Try not to die by tripping over yourself
Quinn!" A boy shouted down the
hallway, laughing uncontrollably right
after.
Quinn dismissed the petty mockery as
he carried on walking down the
school corridor. The harassment had
become a daily occurrence for him,
but it still bothered him just as much
as it did every other day. Thus, he
wasn't able to hold back his desire to
retaliate.
Quinn slowed down his stride and
stopped. He pushed his glasses back
up onto the ridge of his nose as they
had slipped down from his face. Just from looking at the glasses, it was
clear that he neededa new pair - One
could tell that they were heavily worn.
The glasses looked crooked as he
wore them, and even the temples had
tape covering them.
He then turned around and
immediately raised his middle finger,
responding to the slander, "I bet you
don't even know how many fingers I'm
holding up!
Upon hearing the taut, the boy
clenched his fist and started running
towards Quinn.
"You level 1 piece of crap! When are
you going to learn that you don't
belong in this world?"
The boy placed both of his hands
together, and a green ball of light
started to form between them. When
he was only a few meters away from
Quinn, the boy threw his hands
forward and a green beam shot out
from the palm of his hands.
Quinn had nowhere to go, and the ray
of light was too fast for him to dodge.
Hence, he knew that all he could do
was grit his teeth and bear the pain.
As the light hit him, his body was
lifted into the air and sent flying
backward on to the far end corridor
wall.
"What's going on?" A student among
the crowd said. "Are they fighting on


© James