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I circled the short boy in front of me, never losing eye contact. His fists were raised in a ready stance, mirroring my own. I took advantage of it, hitting him in the stomach. I have heard that he has perfect abs, and I was glad to mess that up for him. Maybe I could even break some bones for extra points. Blood would be a bonus, too. That would mess up his physique.

The stocky boy stepped back as my fist was about to make contact with his perfect abs, grabbing my arm and twisting it. Even though I hadn't expected it from him, he flipped me onto the mat. He had taken me down unexpectedly, and he would pay for it. He was good, and he knew how to fight. I would give him that.

I waited until he was over me, ready to end the fight. The moment had to be precise. I had been through enough fights to know better than to wait. He was straddling me, thinking he had me.

He was wrong.

Just as he swept his arm down to punch, I used his own momentum against him and flipped him onto his back. I knew I was going to get some major points if I beat the shit out of him and knocked him out. That’s how I had won so many fights. I was bigger than most of the competition, and the kid was no exception. It would be a good show, and give me plenty of points on my record. I raised my hand to hit him, but something stopped me.
His eyes…They were wide and full of fear, a reflection of the teenager he really was. He was afraid of me. He was probably also afraid of going home a failure and losing. Losing was not condoned. His parents would see him as a failure, just as mine would, if I didn’t beat him NOW.
That's when it hit me. Why the hell is this school so...messed up? I shouldn't be beating people up, and getting POINTS for it. The better you are, the higher your scores on your report card. Fighting is just as important as your academic grades. WHY?

Fuck it.

I raised my hand, looked at the principal, then got to my feet. I was done.
I could see the principal glaring at me, but didn’t care. This just didn’t feel fight, and for once, I was going on what I felt, and not on what the school and my parents wanted.
While I was thinking about how much I didn’t want to beat him up, the short kid kicked me in the side, sending me skidding across the floor. He then proceeded to beat the shit out of ME, as I had been about to seconds before.

I don't know how long it took for him to beat me into oblivion, but I hope he got his fucking points for it. As I began to lose consciousness, I resolved to end this shit.

I was done.

With that thought in my mind, my world went black.