I barely managed to put my guard up as I felt the ground leave my feet. I wasn't sure what happened until I felt pain spread to my back and I rolled through the ground to a stop. As I came to my sense I started coughing violently trying to get as much oxygen to my lungs as I could. Before I could recover my instincts took over and my body flung itself back just as a boot crashed in the spot I was laying.
I was still out of it but I managed to roll myself into a defensive stance as I panted heavily.
"I must say I am impressed, most are unable to move much less react after receiving a punch from me like this."
"Well, I am not most people," I barely managed to blurt out between breaths.
Truth was I was barely standing, there was no way I could stand up to this guy and running was not an option, but I wasn't about to give up either. So, with the last drops of strength I had I focused on my right hand as I made a fist. I am not sure what it was, the adrenaline, the thought that I might die, or something else, but I felt an incredible amount of power coming off my fist.
It was still a desperate attempt at most, so far, no attack fazed him, but this was my last shot. Before I lost whatever courage, I had and regained my sanity I launched at him screaming at the top of my lungs.
"Going down swinging huh? I can respect that little man, you will be crushed by my strongest punch, die knowing that."
He prepared his arm as I approached, something inside me told me that he wasn't bluffing, if that connected I was going to die. But I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. I kept my charge at full speed, he launched his deadly punch as I was just a yard away, as the fist approached I had a funny thought.
How the hell did I go from first normal high school life to this in a year?
Well the story is long, filled with drama, and a lot, and I mean LOT of bad decisions, but it all began on the first day of high school…