High school is hard in many ways. Tests, homework, or in my case, making friends. I'm a nerd so all the guys don't wanna hang out with me and the girls won't even look at me. So you can imagine my excitement when the coolest kid in school, Mike, asked me to attend his party.

I went home and got ready for the party. I even went out and bought a new outfit. I was so excited. When I got there, it was exactly how I thought it would be. A bunch of my peers standing around, drinking, partying, having a good time. When I walked in though, I was struck on my chest, then my back, knocking me to the floor with no oxygen. When I tried to stand, the jocks held me to the floor with their feet. All of my peers gathered around and Mike pulled a frog out of his pocket. We had dissected frogs the other day in class, which must have given him the idea for this prank.

He pulled out a knife and cut into the frog. It croaked one last time before its gut came falling out, dripping with blood. The sound of the knife cutting its flesh was soon drowned out by the cheering of my peers. "Eat it! Eat it!" So I ate it. I wanted to throw up. The taste was horrible. My peers laughed and cheered as I slowly finished it. The next day, I swore to make every last one of them pay.

Who to start with? I know, the root of my humiliation, Mike. I found him and cornered him. I won't go too into detail, but let's just say he felt the frog's pain. The cold blade cutting through his warm flesh, spilling out his intestines. Then suddenly, the voices of my peers rang through my head. It was all I could hear. "Eat it! Eat it!" So I ate it. Only, I enjoyed this taste. One by one, student by student, I was introduced to the sweet, beautiful taste... Of revenge!

Needless to say, I'm the coolest kid in school. That can happen when you're the ONLY one in school.