• Prologue:
    Humiliation

    That's how i felt that day. I was humiliated twice in just a few minutes. The close-minded idiots torturing me, never looking past themselves, never thinking of others. I want to make them pay.

    Chapter One:

    School. Everything's normal. No different from every other day. I feel tired. Ms. Trases my chemistry teacher is going on about electrons and photons, or something like that. I don't really care about it. I'm sitting in the back of class as usual, alone. That's how it's been for most of middle and high school. Nobody ever getting too friendly with me, not some death metal listening freak like me, who would want to be nice to a guy who shows some individuality?

    I've always been different from the other kids. For one, I'm not into sports, which is a big no-no here in Garrensville. The town moto should be changed to "Play or Die!" I spend my time reading, I find novels far more exiting that hitting a home run. Next weird point, I'm into heavy metal, every other kid is either into Hannah Montana, or some psuedo-rock band. They think that heavy metal is "scary" and "creepy" and are convinced I'm going to feast on their entrails if they get too close. Just about everyone at this school avoids me like i have the Plague.

    Well, no quite everyone.

    I look towards the front of classroom and my eyes come to rest on Katie. She has the decency to treat me like a person. Only person to do that since I started middle school. I've wanted to ask her out for a while (she's the only girl who would ever even consider it, and the only one i find attractive) but she's going out with some guy who's name I can never remember.

    I'm still staring at Katie when Ms. Trases calls on me. I don't know the answer and I tell her so, but she doesn't move on to somebody else. She tells me that I need to pay more attention, that this stuff is important.

    "How?" I ask. "How is this important? When will I need to know this outside of school?"

    She starts to get angry. "When you take the End Of Course test, you'll need to know it," she responds. She doesn't like kids questioning her, a bad quality for a teacher to have in my opinion.

    "And after I'm out of school?" is my reply. "I don't think I'll need to know the atomic mass of Silicon when i go in for a job interview."

    Ms. Trases flips at that remark. She rants about how this information is key to the discovery of something, that it could help the entire human race one day. I smirk at that remark, trying to imagine any of the ditsy girls or testosterone-tastic guys in this school discovering anything more exiting than a booger in their nose.

    The teacher sees my expression, tells me to wipe the smile off my face. She orders me to recite all of the d-block elements. I politely suggest that she piss off, it's obvious she's only still doing this so she can humiliate me further.

    She goes berserk. Threatens to call my parents, gives me a full week's detention. Blah. Blah. Blah. The same crap I've had to deal with ever since I started high school, apparently speaking your mind is against the rules. I'm just supposed to do as i'm told, never question the information, it's bad to think for myself. I figure as since I'm already in trouble, no reason to stay and take more abuse. I stand up and walk towards the door.

    As i head towards the door, Aaron Hipp reaches out and shoves me forward. I land flat on my face. The class bursts into laughter. My face turns red.

    I hurry out of the class room, my face turning bright red. I feel tears welling up in my eyes but wipe them away, i refuse to let those bastards make me cry.

    I stomp down the hallway, filled with rage. I swear, I'll get back at every jack a** who laughed.