5

Adam's hand curled up into a ball and he lunged it into the locker. The hall echoed with a loud boom. He felt eyes of students boring into his back. The pain started from his knuckles and strided up his arm. He thought it would make him feel better, but the pain only added to his anger.

Adam was confused, angry, and everything inside of him was an explosion waiting to happen. He wanted, no, needed to hit something, hard.

Basketball.

All thoughts swirled around his head, and he found it hard to concentrate on just one, but that was the only thought which stood out.

Gotta get outta here.

Adam slinged his bag over his shoulder and swung the locker door hard. The clank of metal sent shivers down his spine. Adam walked out and scanned the empty student carpark for his beatup old green BMW. All the other students were probably at home, nursing their hangovers, hence why the carpark is so empty.

His breathing was ragged as he quickly walked over to his car. With trembling hands, he fumbled with the keys and opened the car door. He sat inside and turned on the ignition, heading for the basketball court.