Average has never been a word when describing me; mostly because I'm not in the least bit average. I have always been a little above average. Crazy, intelligent, and unconforming would be better adjectives for me. My name is Erik though I ask every one to call me Rikku as a nickname. I like the sound of it and because it is my shorted version of my name in Japanese people are actually saying my name.
I have always had a special ability to understand what others emotions are. I'm not sure how to properly describe it but I can feel their feelings so I have been especially empathetic. I have never been the most popular person. I have been made fun of, taunted, and so on. This however has made me levelheaded; however, I'm not very tolerant of someone insulting me friends.
I have an unaverage school day every day. I'm in choir, I have a small group of friends, I have braces, however my GPA is 3.9 and I'm in mostly advanced and AP classes. So as you can imagine I'm always quite busy at home and school.
(Okay the biography is over)
As you probably figured by the previous two chapters this story starts on another unaverage day at school. Forth period had just ended and lunch was beginning. I had just run upstairs to grab my lunch from my locker and saw a junior harassing one of my closest friends. This of course infuriated me beyond my rational thought and in my rage attacked the junior. I had my wonderful thirty-five pound backpack so I decided to hurl it at him with as much force as I could get. Centrifugal force was what I used. I spun around as fast as I could and timing it just right I let go. It must have been going pretty fast because as soon as my backpack made contact with the junior he was sent sprawling. Of course now I had a problem I'm not that strong or large and I no longer had my backpack to help. The junior grabbed my collar and thrust me against the nearby locker I felt blood rush to my head after that I must have blacked out.