Well, that may shock some of you youngsters, but here goes ...
My first day at school was crazy. My teacher looked at me in the eyes and told me : "Take a piece of paper. Write down your name, before I shit down your neck, b*tch. And with a blue pen."
So I started writing down my name. With a black pen. My classmates tried to stop me from doing this, but I had to do it. For justice.
When he saw my actions, the teacher went into full angry mode. So i entered in fighting mode, and prepared myself to duke it out here and now. He jumped at me, throwing insanely rapid-fast punches. All I did was dodging, angered him even more. But then, as I was about to counter one of his kick, he grinned, and suddenly time stopped.
When I came back to my senses. My friends looked in total awe at my feet. The teacher laughed maniacally when he saw my expression of horror : my black pen was cut in half. The one my grandpa offered me. Then, it was like time stopped again, but for me only.
I got a flashback of my grandpa. "Grandson, you will encounter many big meanies out there. Their only purpose in life is to break you, and everything you love, beginning with your freedom, to your will to write with a black pen. Never let them have their way. Now finish this stupid story already, attention whore".
As I regained my senses, and a manly tear down my eye, I nodded at the sky through the window, and dashed at the fucker. He dashed at me too, and our fist clashed, creating a shockwave so powerful, all windows broke, my classmates fighting against the pressure to not die from epicness. After a few seconds of silence, as we both looked at each other furiously, his face began being distorted, and burst. I threw my paper with my name on his remains, and slowly walked out of the classroom, under a rain of blood.
Then I got home and drank some orange juice in front of the television