Damn, it broke on contact. If I hit him again, I might hospitalize him.
Yeah, this is what I wanted to run into after school. I took a look at everything around me while trying to figure out what to do next. I was gripping a hardwood hockey stick in my right hand. The end was broken off. I noticed the other end of it bounding onto the street with a clacking noise. The boy in front of me was on the ground holding his head, looking at me with wide and frightened eyes. Blood trickled down the side of his head slowly. The other boys around us were also surprised; they were silent like the wind that blew by. Cole was among them, staring at me. His shirt was ripped and covered in mud, and his eye was swollen and slightly blackened. I was breathing a little harder than I usually do, and everything felt hot.
It's official. I was furious.
"Wh-what the hell is the matter with you?!" the boy on the ground said to me. "You could've killed me! Look, I'm bleeding! I'm gonna