"Loser"
"Asshole"
"Bet his mother regretted having sex with his dad."

Karlie passed through the corridors, eyes shut tight and books kept closed to his chest. Jeers echoed through the hallway as he walked through. Anger bubbled up inside him.

The boy who once had all the popularity in the world was now a bullied one. Karlie was a black-skinned, quite handsome boy. He had moved from Canada to Texas- and within a week in his new school, had been a huge joke.

On his first day, Karlie had approached the jocks- and tried to make friends with them.

Bad move- he was laughed on for his dark complexion.

On his second day, he had approached the girls instead- hoping that they would somewhat find him hot.

Again, not a clever move. He went home with slap marks on his face.

On the third to fifth day, Karlie decided, for his own sake, he better shut up for his own sake. What made matters worse is that rumours about him had spread around.

Saturday, the orientation. Karlie sat in the very last row, hoping the event to pass faster.

When he went home, something fatal happened. Karlie was crossing the road to the bus stop, when a motorcycle had crashed into him.

He was then treated in the hospital for a whole 4 weeks. When he returned to school, everything worsened. He got taunted on for the bandage around his head.

Up to now.

Karlie felt the anger bubble up in him. Without meaning to, he had stared with intense hatred on one of the jocks.

"What you gonna do- little bitch? Shake hands?" the jock sniggered as he mocked Karlie.

Karlie rolled his eyes and continued to walk. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning erupted from his palm and struck the wall about an inch from the jock's head.

All noise in the hallway stopped at once.

"what-"
"did you see-"

His fellow students were all staring at him with frightened expressions.

Instead of panicking, Karlie grinned menacingly.

"Run." he whispered, before dropping his books and concentrating hard on his anger.

He began to zap almost everything at once. Screaming filled the hallway.

He loved it.

He was the cause of this.

No one would make fun of him anymore, would they?

Unless they want to be zapped into ashes.