He hated to go home. The walk was annoying. We always manage to dislike what we have... to strive for new, better things!

Wil thought that way. He never considered the fact that it is quite dumb to hate a path. For the path did nothing wrong, and he can't ever change it. (Jackhammer, besides the point)

He noticed that the chain link fence of the park was rusted, making some parts quite sharp. As usual, he was in the city, and in the crowd. Too many pointless details. Too many places to hate and love.

The school never had a injury involving the fence, and no teachers wanted to report the issue, so it was left there. Problem was, the fence was disgusting... and had his bullies behind it. 

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"Look it's the loser"

Jack, or James... or whatever name he had (he would find out) would pay for his harrassment. Wil would take his bag and throw it out the window into the teacher car parking lot. They shared social studies, the worst period for the "worst" students.

"Hey, fuck you, you loser"

Wil didn't bother to respond. After all, he had planned his revenge and anger isn't good for the mind.

"Jack", predictably got bored and went back to playing baseball. Wil watched as they had fun in the park. Wil was confused, afterall, the school provided play area was awful. No grass, no dirt, no track or anything... just concrete and lines on the ground. They were playing with a plastic bat and a huge rubber dodgeball. 

In fact, Wil was a middle schooler. 

Who gets struck by lightning and dies in a building collapse on his 2nd year in the school.