Onyx Nickoli

When Onyx got to school he decided he had had enough. He was done letting these guys talk about him behind his back. The only reason he didn't fight them was that they were rich. Money is power, no matter what anybody says. So of course, these guys thought they were 'all that' because they were rich. 

The next time Onyx saw them, he took his chance. All last year they talked about him. Yesterday, the first day of junior year, they were back at it. While Onyx was skipping lunch, he walked by a classroom with the three bitches themselves in, it along with some other kids. Onyx listened for a while. Please talk about me... So I can smash your faces in...  Onyx had anger issues. He got into fights all the time, but he usually managed to hold back and not do too much damage. 

It had been a long time since he really went at it, and these assholes were just asking for it. Eventually, their conversation turned to Onyx. "Yeah, I hear that Onyx lives in a trailer park. He probably has fleas," One of them snickered. "Don't go near him he's probably diseased," Onyx was two seconds away from coming in when he heard it. "I heard he gets into fights all the time." One of them began quietly, "But he only tries to beat up younger grade's kids, like freshman. And he never wins. Guess that's why he's not in school sometimes, the skipping rumor is him trying to act tough. So we don't see the injuries. From the way he looks, you think he would be strong. He's really a weak little child." Onyx's heart stopped and his vision went red.