1~ Your (Not So) Typical Origin Story

I stared through tired eyes at the boy in front of me, wondering for a moment why he was there, standing, right in my way. All I had wanted to do was get to class, but he was blocking me.
Hearing footsteps come to a stop behind me, I realized that this boy had friends with him. Although I stood at the same height as him (maybe a tad bit taller), he had his chin tilted upwards as if he was looking down on me.
In all actuality, it made him look like an idiot.
"What do you want?" I asked, maintaining a steady form of eye contact.
The boy, whose name I still do not know, sneered at me.
My gods, was this boy an ugly one. He really should consider plastic surgery or something along those lines.
"Why don't you go and kill yourself, faggot?"
I blinked and then sighed in response, "Believe me, kid, I've been trying since I was born."
The boy seemed shocked and then the sneer was brought on full force.
"Yeah, sure you have, loser."
My face remained emotionless as I stepped forward, not wanting to be late to class.
"Oh no you don't," the boy began, blocking my way in.
I simply picked him up and moved him to the side, out of my way, and walked into class.
I wonder what is on the lunch menu today... I hope it's miso soup. The gods know that I love me some miso soup.