I am the center of my world. I do what I want and if I dislike something I change it. That’s how I have been living my whole life. Making others' lives miserable just to have fun or entertain myself.

  Today was another normal day in my life. I arrived at school. As always, I arrived early. My “friends” encountered me at the principal doors. “Morning boss”. Ryan Porter, the one who talked, stood on my right. He is the typical clown of the css who always tries to make everyone ugh. I don’t know what his height is but he is half a head smaller than me. He is a bit fat, so running is difficult for him. He runs in a….. peculiar way.

  He always wears that red bandana in his head. Whenever I ask him about it, he says that it's part of his mental training. That along with his bowl cut. He is definitely a weirdo.

  “Hey”. That was Chris Torres, he is totally the opposite to Ryan. He is a reserved guy, he has nearly the same height as Ryan. He has an athletic physique. He says that all he does everyday is y on the sofa and watch TV, but I think he lies to me. I mean, look at those arms. He must be hiding something. He has a mullet and has a bracelet with an initial on it. He never told me what it meant.

  Anyways, walking through the hallway was one of the best parts of my day. As we walked, everyone tried avoiding my gaze. Everyone in that school is afraid of me and the reason is very simple. I entered my css and I saw a guy sitting on my desk. My friends saw it too and they started stepping back a bit. I went alone to my desk. I reached and stood in front of the punk. He is what I like to call a loser. I am tall and I'm kind of bulky. I try to never miss the gym, so for them I have quite the presence.

  He looks at me and realizes what he has done. Drops of sweat started running across his face. “Oh! Sorry, I didn't know this was your desk Mark Cal…”. Before he could end the sentences I punched him in the face with my right hand. No one around tried to help him. Every other student in that css just avoided looking at the scene. Blood in my knuckles that came from his nose. I overdid it a bit and I broke his gsses. I was really pissed off. “Hey you fucker. What did I say about my surname?”.

  I grabbed his hair and I made him look at me. My intense gaze sent shivers down his spine. He murmurs something. I spped him. “I can’t hear what you said. Talk louder you piece of shit”. He then started crying and sobbing. “I must not say your surname”. I spped him again. “And how did I say that everyone had to call me. Especially lowlifes like you or your weird friends?”. He didn’t say anything, but he continued crying. I smmed his head against the floor multiple times. “Answer me you piece of shit”. Blood spilling out of his nose, his upper lip had a cut, blood fell from his head. “J-just Mark or King M-mark”. I gred at him a bit more until I let his hair go. “That is enough for now. It's too early in the morning”. “Ryan, Chris, let's go get something to eat”.

  Both look at each other with a scared face. “O-okay boss”. Said Ryan finally. I walked and both followed me. I don’t care what they think about me. They know better than anyone what could happen if they tried to revolt against me. As we were exiting the css, the loser's friends helped him get up and some people around started commenting on what just happened and how this did not surprise them. I felt enhanced after that.

  The morning went by just like that. I did what every other high schooler would do. Skip some lessons, smoke in the bathroom, graffiti some walls. You know, normal high schooler things. Without feeling it, lunch time arrived. Another great moment of the day. I arrived te due to… personal issues? I was just making out with a babe of higher years. Pretty mid if you ask me. Anyways, as I reached the doors of the lunchroom, I tried to make a notorious entrance so I smmed the doors making a huge sound. Maybe too much, because a teacher came and started some shitty stuff, like: where are your manners or this a civilized school, you can’t be doing that. I ignore him until he finishes and leaves frowning and murmuring something.

  I started looking for my friends, but i couldn’t see them. “That is strange, they told me 10 minutes ago that they would wait for me here”. I tried asking some people, but everyone ran away the moment I got close to them. I was starting to get angry. They weren’t answering my messages and everyone was ignoring me.

  Suddenly, I received a message. It was Ryan. I looked at my phone. “Me and Chris wanna give you a surprise Mark Cal…”. I didn’t even finish reading before I hurled my phone at the floor. The screen shattered, but I barely noticed. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms. “That motherfucker,” I growled under my breath. “I’m gonna rip him to shreds.”

  Meanwhile, earlier that day…

  Ryan and Chris stood in the dimly lit gym, their voices low as they spoke to a skinny kid with gsses. His name was Ethan, and he’d been on the receiving end of Mark’s cruelty more times than he could count. Today, though, there was a fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

  “You’re sure about this?” Ryan asked, gncing over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. “I mean, Mark’s not exactly someone you mess with lightly.”

  Ethan nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his gsses. “I’m sure. I’ve had enough of him pushing me around. I have found someone that can help me. All I need is for you two to make sure he’s where he needs to be”.

  Chris crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. “And what’s in it for us? You think we’re just gonna risk our necks for nothing?”

  Ethan made a smile. “You’re scared of him, just like everyone else. Admit it—you want to see him fall as much as I do.” Ethan said.

  Ryan exchanged a look with Chris, then nodded. “Alright, we’re in”.

  Ethan smirked, a rare show of confidence. “Don’t worry. By the time this is over, Mark won’t know what hit him.”

  Back in the lunchroom, I stormed through the doors, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles turned white. The shattered remains of my phone crunched under my boots as I made my way to the gym. “If Ryan and Chris thought they could mess with me, they were about to learn just how big of a mistake they’d made”.