What's wrong with the world? It was always too noisy and too fast. Well maybe not always, but since I was born, it was.

???: "Morning class. Today we will-" Mrs Timberly. Overweight bitch, with complexes about her weight, and a really annoying character. Wish she died, same with the other shitheads from my class.

Finally after hours of torture we were free, but so do other morons, which decided to bully newcomer, as one of them decided to 'push' me.

Generic Bully: "Hey you. Watch were you going." I'd just let it go, but they would harass me, until I pay them, or I fight them, and I will use second option. Three, wait the other one there near lockers, and another one near corner where I 'would' flee, so five in total...

GB2: "Hey fucker, you should-" he couldn't finish the sentence, as I hit him in solar plexus, following by neck chop and kicking him in groin. Before other one get his bearings, I knew him and slam him into the wall. Two down three to go.

One still on lookout, so I will fight other two, but should keep a lookout for him just in case. So the follower and locker guy decided to grab me, simple and effective, but they don't know how to. It ended in dislocated arm for flunky and staggered locker.

Finally lookout decided to join the fight, but quick kick to the knee and his leg is broken. I always anticipate such fights on my first day at new school, more than regularly, so my boots were custom made with increased weight. Basically everything on me is not if some renown brands, unlike those jerks that attacked me wear, but just of average quality with custom modifications, offering better resistance. All in all everyone who pick a fight with me will have some problems, which would be treated in hospital.

As I finished with last one, I looked around. First what I saw was blood on the wall. Seems like goon had a broken nose, too bad only nose. Others had broken bones and other minor injuries.

???: "What's going on here?" And as usual those pricks come only after the fight. Long story short, I was escorted to principal's office, had detention ticket on the first day of school, and other annoying stuff. Come on! They started it, so fine them! Fucking humans, I hate them.

Finally the school is over, so I go back home, only to be intercepted by some prick and co.

Prick: "Is it him?" So two from before and one new.

Goon?: "Yes! That bastard-" it's some alleyway, and no people around...

Prick: "You will either-" and I knifed him in the neck, right after I kicked him in groin, soon others were dispatched in same manner. Only a bit of blood stained my jacket, but it's red just for such cases. Main problem is disposing of bodies, but considering that this city have quite a crime rate I don't need to, though I do need to 'leave some evidence' leading to some gang, good thing that I read about city gangs before coming to this city.

Next day was more routine. Same people, same school, same everything. I wish there was something interesting. Good or bad news is that we are going on excursion in a week time, so we need to prepare for it.

When I got home I started on the preparations. Got my backpack, more like military type rucksack, utility vest, Kevlar reinforced suit complete with good, gloves and boots, ballistic mask, just in case, hunting and combat knives, one .40 revolver and slingshot, with two ammo boxes for revolver, also climbing pick. After some more thoughts I added bandages, painkillers and caffeine pills, energy bars, canteen and mess tin. For lightning purposes I got lighter, two solar chargers and dynamo lantern.

Reason for such preparations were novels and traumatic experience. My current age is sixteen, legitimate age for some hero summoning, so the novel reason. Other reason is my previous trip. Two years ago me and my class had gone on a trip to the woods, everything was good and all except some crazy who butchered sixteen people, well he actually killed fifteen, while it was me who killed that teacher. Fucker raped a girl and wanted to do the same with me, but...lets say it was messy. Unfortunately the crazy was just some crackpot high on meth, not a zombie, so zombie apocalypse route was a lie. Thing is that psycho was named Jason, but we weren't on Crystal lake, no lake in vicinity either. Well that was reason number two.

After checking the gear for the trip, I decided to call it a day.