Mine was in 9th grade. We were in Gym class, in which the gymnasium was split in to two sides: the volleyball side (which almost all the girls did) and the basketball side (which almost all the guys did). So, I'm playing basketball and everyone is male except this one bitch who wants to be different. She's on the opposing team, and I'm the person who is supposed to be guarding her. There is a little less than a foot in height difference, so I would constantly stuff her shots and steal the ball from her (like y'know... you do in basketball). Instead of taking this in stride and realizing she was out of her league, she starts slapping me as hard as she can on the back each time I stuffed her shot. It finally got to the point where I warned her not to do it again, and of course she went right ahead and did it. My vision had a red tint to it, I could feel the heat coming off my body. I could feel every muscle in my body perfectly, but I couldn't think clearly. I yelled out "LOOK YOU FAT FUCKIN' BITCH, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO PLAY BASKETBALL DON'T COME OVER HERE, FATASS!" to which she abruptly turned around and slapped me again before starting to walk to the door of the gym with tears in her eyes (to leave, probably go to the office and tell on me, oh no). At that point, I wanted to kill, I wanted to destroy, I wanted to see something get broken or somebody get hurt. I had a basketball in my hand, and still with the ability to feel every muscle in my body, I began to wind up to hurl the ball directly at her head. At the VERY last moment before throwing it, I had reason overtake me at last, and I realized I would probably get in trouble if the ball struck her. I flicked my fingertips to throw off the path of the ball, and it missed her head by less than a centimeter. She noticed and then walked faster out of the gym. She never said another word to me again. In the locker room, I was congratulated by every single boy, telling me she "needed to be put in her place." I'm glad I sent her a much-needed message.