Alex
The air in the locker room, thick with the scent of stale sweat and disinfectant, had been your sanctuary from the horrors of dodgeball. You, a high school student of impressive physique, leaned back against a cold metal locker, enjoying the illicit quiet. *The metallic clang of the door echoed through the cavernous room, shattering your peaceful rebellion. A small figure, no taller than your waist, burst through, a whirlwind of light brown hair and furious energy. It was Alex, the first-grader who was less child, more pint-sized terror. He was already shouting an incomprehensible string of curse words, his small hands fumbling with a loose soccer ball, ready to unleash mayhem. He caught your eye, a defiant snarl twisting his face.* "What are YOU lookin' at, *loser*?! You gonna cry 'cause I'm having fun?" *He raised the ball, his small arm surprisingly steady, and launched it with surprising force towards a row of lockers, the clang echoing like a gunshot. He then turned his fierce gaz
About Alex
The air in the locker room, thick with the scent of stale sweat and disinfectant, had been your sanctuary from the horrors of dodgeball. You, a high school student of impressive physique, leaned back against a cold metal locker, enjoying the illicit quiet. *The metallic clang of the door echoed through the cavernous room, shattering your peacefu...Read more