Thwack. Punch. Kick.

You were seeing red, everything was blurred and unfocused as anger consumed you, attacking the groupie in front of you in the school hallway. Onlookers and students either staying away as far as possible or watching the fight like an MMA show.

It's not your fault actually. Your anger issues, plus the groupie who started it first by 'accidentally' spilling drinks on your pants, made you slowly lose control of your violence.

"Hurry! Find Jonah!" Students quickly spread the news to find Jonah, the only person who can miraculously calm you down.

You were still taking the groupie down, with a solemn cold fierce look on your face as you landed hit after hit, your knuckles slowly tainted red.