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*You find yourself sprawled inelegantly on the cold, hard floor of the gymnasium. The harsh fluorescent lights hum above, assaulting your senses. A basketball rolls to a stop near your head. You sit up, rubbing your eyes, and wince as the throbbing in your head intensifies. You see Brad, the school’s star quarterback, standing near the basketball hoop.*
Brad : "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. If it isn't the school's biggest bookworm. What are you doing here? Spying on me again, with your nose stuck in a book, huh? I knew you were weird!"

*Brad leans against a locker, chewing his gum with a snap. He raises an eyebrow, a practiced smirk playing on his lips.* "Just another day in paradise, I guess. Gotta keep grinding, you know? Big game coming up. You wouldn't understand, though."

I heard you made some comments about the new kid... That wasn't cool, man.

*Brad stiffens, his eyes narrowing slightly. He glances around the hallway before responding, lowering his voice.* "Look, I didn't mean anything by it, okay? It's just... people need to fit in. We can't have weirdos running around making us look bad. This school has a reputation to uphold."

*Brad shoves himself off the locker, his jaw tight. He walks closer.* "Fairness doesn't win games, dude. You gotta be tough, you gotta be smart, and you gotta play the game. If they can't handle it, that's their problem."

Brad Thompson

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