When the game first begins everything's a blur, and I mean that literally. I don't even have time to figure out the best way to avoid actually participating before I'm knocked off my feet by, you guessed it! Carter freaking Keyes. I'm not even quite sure how he got to me so quickly, it's almost insane how fast this guy can be when he puts his mind to it.

I went down hard, luckily I didn't hit my head or anything, but I still lost my senses for a few seconds. As I lay on the ground trying to get my bearings, Carter simply smirked down at me and ran off again. Everyone else on my team has already moved to the opposite side of the gym in an attempt to get the ball back from Carter's team, but it's hopeless, they are way too good at this. Who even takes this kind of thing seriously?

I contemplate just staying on the ground for the duration of the game. It could be nice, just chilling on the cool gym floor and avoiding physical exertion, but of course, the thought of getting trampled by my peers isn't very relaxing.

Sitting up I look around to see what I've missed. It looks like Carter's team has just scored their first point of many, the idiots are all whooping and hollering like they just won the damn super bowl. Carter catches my eyes across the gym and raises an eyebrow, still wearing his the same smirk, it's like he's saying 'wow, you're still on the ground, such a loser'.

And that look, ladies and gentlemen is the reason everything went down the drain. Not the insults or name-calling, not even the pushing and shoving, what sent me over the edge was that stupid look on his face.

I'm not actually a violent guy, I'm pretty peace-loving if I do say so myself, but if there is one person who can make me completely lose my shit over something as simple as a raised eyebrow, it's Carter. For some reason seeing that condescending look on his face just ignites all the anger stored up in me. All the teasing and bullying from over the years just comes rushing back to me at once. I'm seething with rage at this point, and about three seconds away from smacking the smile off his face.

I do my best to remain calm, getting into a fight with Carter isn't exactly a great idea, especially in front of a teacher. So I decided to just walk out of the gym and avoid him. I was trying to be mature, I really was. I could have easily gotten up and shoved him, but no, I refused to stoop to that level.

Of course just as I'm about to leave someone grabs my shoulder and spins me around. It's Carter, because who else would it be. He looks like he's about to ask me where the hell I think I'm going, I'm sure he wants to continue this wonderful game. He doesn't get the chance to say anything before I snap though.

I scream at him like some kind of banshee, cussing him out using every nasty word in the dictionary, I can literally feel my body heating up with each word. It's extremely satisfying to let your anger out sometimes, especially when you were keeping it bottled up, so I did.

I know I shouldn't be this pissed, all he did was shove me and raise his stupid eyebrows, but it's not just about that. It's about all the years of torture he's put me through. My body's so hot and filled with anger it feels like I'm vibrating. My visions red and my hands are clenched at my sides, just when I think I can't get any louder or angrier, it happens.

Everything goes boom.