Donald was seething. If he made a move, he would be frozen again. He understood that much. "I'M NOT DONE! I DON'T CARE IF I'M EXPELLED FROM THIS PATHETIC PLACE! YOU ALL ARE BENEATH ME, AND I'LL DESTROY YOU ALL!" Then, specifically to Zack, "STAY THERE, WE'RE NOT DONE!" He believed that he could still fight, as long as he stayed outside of the principal's range.
With that idea, he rocketed into the sky. He flew past the roofs of surrounding buildings, then a flock birds, and then past the clouds. It was getting hard for him to breath, and he stopped. He looked down at the tiny campus, and could somewhat make out the field, where he assumed his target to be. "GRRRAAAH!" He held out his arms to the sides yet again, forming two quickly growing Super Gravity Balls. His levitation began to fail again, and he fell.
The Super Gravity Balls didn't stop growing though, and they where now around the size of a folding chair each. Donald was now flipping and spinning as he plummeted, but he wasn't giving up. As the blood rushed to his head, he forced the two Super Gravity Balls together, creating a Super Kablooey Ball. The Gs started to be too much though, and Donald fell unconscious. His Super Kablooey Ball exploded, changing his course entirely, now aimed for the gym roof.
He smashed into it, the roof around him fracturing yet not quite falling through. Blood seeped from Donald's body, funneled by the small crater to drip from a singular point inside the gym. He wasn't quite dead, but that was one nasty fall.