I am the Masochist kid!

Mrijev stepped in the front door of the old school, he hated the school and despised its disgusting nature – people actually taught here and some actually learned. This school was a horrible place to try and send a good boy into; people smoked, they skipped class, and even some still have certain relations with others. And yet along with these thoughts of revulsion comes slight admiration of the institution due to the fact that he knew that it was his ancestor who set up this pitiful place.
Taking a closer look at the boy you’d see a lonely kid starved for attention from the opposite sex. He always wore four sweat bands; two Christian witness sweatbands, one Halo 3, and one Guitar Hero. He also wore a black wristband and a chain around opposite wrists. He was already growing in facial hair and always wore a grey hoodie that he kept his hands in the pocket thereof. The boy’s physique was simple; nothing flashy, nothing scary, just moderate. He also seemed to omit a black aura though he enjoyed laughing every chance he got.
He was overjoyed he got out of that trash can without the smell rubbing off on him the fact he drowns himself in body spray would be what he could thank for such. Kit and Inky walked in right behind Mrijev.
“I saw you spying on us earlier,” Kit teased.
“You two need to stop making out in public. It can get someone hurt” Mrijev commented as he rubbed his head.
“I also saw your collision with the trash can,” Kit stated.
“You need to stop ‘sawing’ me do stuff” Mrijev added. The couple made one final kiss before they separated, yet Mrijev did not wince for fear of some invisible incoming object. Inky and Mrijev had class together this period, so they began to walk together. With Inky’s inner need to walk as though being chased by a murderer, Mrijev soon fell behind, noticing a pair of black cardboard cut-out wings attached to his friend’s back. He ran up and ripped them off
“Dude give up this hopeless dream of being a demon!” Inky quickly sped up again to get away from his friend, whom he seemingly hated though this thought has baffled Mrijev for a whole year now. Mrijev took this opportunity to properly size up his friend. He was taller than most people Mrijev knew his hair was once again the same color as Mrijev’s but it always appeared oily. His hair was also long and seemingly styled the same way as Mrijev. He was not exactly fit either, Mrijev never commented on this, though, because he knew that Inky was doing all he could to rid himself of this. Inky also wore glasses and when he did speak, he spoke with a New Zealandish accent.
It was to be a simple day for Mrijev. He only had one core class that day; Algebra, and also he had French, Oral Communications, and Art Foundations that day.
Algebra 2 started out good enough, with Mrijev getting bonus points for a guessed answer but yet it all turned sour, Mrijev was written up for sleeping during a lecture as well as failing a large test while Inky not only passed with a perfect score but also with bonus. French was not any better with the constant remarks thrown at him along with another failing grade but yet he found comfort in helping Inky with the people picking on him. For Oral Communications Mrijev and Inky had to separate to different classes. Though nothing got better with two incomplete homework assignments and one half way complete artwork in Art Foundations. Needless to say Mrijev was left on a quick track to meltdown. Despite his fruitless attempts to hide it, Mrijev was easily seen as angered He still followed Inky all the way to his meeting spot with Kit there he once again witnessed their physical emotions. It was then that Mrijev blinked, no simple blink was this but the kind sent by demons to wreak havoc. With this Mrijev closed his eyes to the pale world – where he was a mere pawn, a joker in the land of higher men – to open them and see a new world of vibrant tones where Mrijev was in control, and yet Mrijev was just a mere puppet for rage. With a swift motion Mrijev snatched Inky by the collar and jabbed him hard across the cheek throwing the love-struck Romeo into a daze
“What was that for?” Inky asked dizzily.
“You know what it was for!” were the words that spat from Mrijev’s lips, “I loved Kit before you two went together! You two knew it as well! You both chose to betray me! You both chose to hurt me! And now I will hurt you!” with that came a right slug across the other boy’s jaw. Inky just stood there stunned by both the painful blow as well as the painful words that hit him.
“Fight me!” yelled Mrijev with a jab to the gut.
“…I will not fight you…” Inky remarked containing the pain behind his voice.
“Is this all I’m going to get from the powerful Inky?” laughed Mrijev as he socked his friend in the eye.
“Stop! I’m not fighting you!” Inky exclaimed out of anger.
“Oh! Now all you can do is make out with Kit, talk the talk, and get mad! Is that it?!” yelled Mrijev as he swung for a right uppercut to the chin.
“I said stop!” Inky shouted as he pushed the crazed boy off him before the finishing blow was delivered. Mrijev, being startled as he was by the recoil, lost balance and fell backwards hitting his head on a metal beam. As the boy laid at the pole two things went through his head; the blood gushing from his head gash, and the deep continual ring of vibrating metal that seemed to subdue the boy until he lay motionless. But hey it was to be a simple day for Mrijev.