Chapter 2:
I groaned internally and lifted my head too see John, the bully that has been harassing me since elementary school. The guy has been shorter than me for two years now and yet he still wants to mess with me, although it was funny to see the expression on his face when I hit my growth spurt. But today I was too sick to even pretend to play the role of a helpless victim hoping not to get beat up too badly. The guy was standing and leaning across the table at me with a sneer on his face that made him look like he was trying too hard at being mean and failing miserably. I noticed all of this right before I pushed my tray forward and laid my head back on the table. A few seconds passed and nothing happened.
"Hey, did you hear me or are you deaf now along with being the only socially awkward kid in school? I said I wanted your food, and you're going to give it to me before I count to three. On-"
Before he could even finish the first word I pushed my tray again and it slid effortlessly across the table, between his arms and stopped when it hit the back of the chair John was leaving over. I did this without even lifting my head and I pulled my hand back under the table. He was quiet as his mind caught up to what his eyes saw.
"What the hell is this?" he asked skeptically.
"It's the lunch you wanted, now go away," I said still not bringing my head up.
"You're not even going to argue with me against taking your food?"
I didn't even bother answering that question so I stayed silent.
I heard him walk around the table and next to me. "I asked you a question," his voice seethed in my ear.
"And I'm a honey badger; I don't give a fuck, so I didn't answer. Now piss off."
I felt him lean away from me and some time passed. I was about to take a nap when I felt something cold and liquid splash onto my neck and back and then something hot splattered against my head. I sat there with my eyes open in shock as my brain slowly realized what had just happened. I could tell the whole cafeteria erupted in laughter but the only thing that I heard was the drip, drip of the mild as some of it fell off of me and onto the floor. For a few seconds I sat there contemplating what just happened.
And then anger, white hot focused anger flashed across my chest and spread out through my body. The only thought running through my head was: I'll kill him...
"THAT'S IT!" I yelled standing up and lifting my table up in my fury. If I had paid attention to it I would have noticed the thing flip through the roof. I turned to face John, hearing his laughter in my head, seeing all of the times that he bullied me, harassed me, made fun of me. And I just threw myself into that rage and, not even thinking it through, slammed right fist into his gut. He flew backwards and the impact sent him through the far wall and the shock wave shook the floor.
I stood up straight and saw red as my rage began to build even more and something else, some power that was deep in my chest sprang forth and latched itself onto my anger and grew with it.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!" I yelled out again screaming at the top of my lungs. A gust of air blew outwards in a sphere and pushed everyone back, on a subconscious level I heard people screaming in fear but I didn't pay attention, I just screamed more, feeding the power. I felt something against my back, like when my Dad pats me and I turned to see one of John's Friends holding a broken chair and looking terrified. I merely smirked as I kicked him in his stomach and he flew backwards in a whoosh, crashing through the glass windows on the far walls and shattering the others with the ensuing shockwave (THIS...IS...SPARTA!)
People were running now, trying to get out of the cafeteria before I did something to them. I paid the no mind as I screamed again feeling my power reach a peak. I tried to push past my limit and felt it brush up against the barrier in my mind. I was almost past it, to the one thing that I felt I wanted to be, and I knew this on a subconscious level. But then I felt pain hit my back as I face planted into the ground.