BANG! The door opened. The boy’s rage had caught up with his patience. It was all written all over his now not-so-handsome face. A lot has pushed him to this point, and like many men in such a position, he looked like he was about to break something. He did not even bother to close the door behind him, he had other things in mind. Other things he needed to address. Things that like a volcano, he was about to erupt, and like a god on a peak, watch it all burn down to ashes. As soon as his boots touched the floor of his room, he hurriedly began shuffling through his scattered belongings. After a few seconds of this and that, he found them, a pen and a rather old exercise...