It turns out I was a teenage Jonathan Joestar, one of the main characters from the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure manga series (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jojo%27s_Bizarre_Adventure). I studied in this big, boys-only school. I wasn't exactly popular, but I had my group of friends. There were some kids that for some reason hated me, and they had decided they would make me look bad, so they could turn the whole school against me. Mostly, they did it by spreading rumours, and it seemed to work quite well. Still, they didn't think it was enough, so they'd make this huge crazy plans which would involve people trying to hit me when I was alone, and in a way teachers wouldn't see it. I knew that if I said or did anything, they would pretend I was the one causing trouble, so I avoided any conflicts.

My friends knew I wasn't a bad guy, and they didn't like the others, but they didn't seem to do much about it, possibly out of worry they might also be targeted by the bullies. Still, I endured. There was a nun who worked there who saw through the whole thing. Teachers and students might have been followed, but not her. We always talked, and she felt sorry for me and tried to help me, but I always ensured her it was OK. At some point, I arrived a little late in a classroom for a test. All seats seemed to be taken. I spotted my friends right in front, but the bullies purposely took all the seats around them. When I approached an empty one, they would change seats to it or put things there. The teacher told me to sit down already, impatiently, not noticing their plan.

This way, they forced me to sit on the back of the old classroom, among many of them. I was ready for any attacks, but I'm not sure if what happened next was expected by them or not - something started a panic. Possibly it was a fire, or something like that, but everyone started screaming and running from the room. Some of them tried attacking me, but I made short work of them. I noticed the way out was too crowded, and now we had to find an alternate route. I picked up one of the desks and threw it at a nearby window. Turns out, much to my surprise, that the dark glass was reinforced, so other than a small mark on it, the desk just bounced off.

I threw a few times, before finally lifting it and ramming it repeatedly. The glass seemed to crack at some points and eventually I managed to make two holes. I noticed it wasn't thick at all, but some kind of polymer. After the glass were metal bars that I couldn't see before, so even if I broke all of it, the window would be impossible to escape through. Outside, a black boy and a friend of his watched me, grinning. through one of the holes, the black boy tried to punch me in the gut. I grab his arm and force it against the broken glass, cutting him a little, just enough so he'll leave me alone. I notice the way's open now, so I head outside. I'm not that surprised anymore when I see there is no danger here. Rather, the kids have scattered off. The Sister from before approaches me, and she seems worried. I ask her if I messed up, by breaking the window, and she admitted that it was a little too much. Oh, well.