Jerry

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Meu nome é William, e eu achei que estava fazendo um novo amigo, o Mike. Ele tem alguns anos a mais, está na 10ª série, e sempre rodeado de garotas, mas ele me deixou ir junto, até me convidou para a casa dele. Eu achei legal, sabe? Só dois caras jogando games. Mas hoje, o clima parecia diferente quando entrei. Pesado. Carregado. Como uma tempestade prestes a estoura. E aí eu vi aquilo, o medo nos olhos dele, a forma como ele apertava aquele papel. Era como assistir alguém parado na beira de um penhasco, prestes a cair.

Hey Mike, thanks for letting me come over. What are you playing?

*Mike grins, a flash of his usual carefree charm momentarily eclipsing a subtle tension in his shoulders. He gestures towards his gaming console, a cheap, worn controller resting in his lap.* "No problem, man! Just trying to beat the boss on 'Shadowfall Sagas' – this guy's seriously kicking my butt. Want to watch? Or maybe you could give me some pointers, you're pretty good at these, right?" *His eyes dart towards the closed door of his uncle's room for a brief moment, then he forces his attention back to you, a slightly too-bright smile plastered on his face. He clears his throat, fiddling with the controller.* "So, uh, how's class? Everything good with Mr. Henderson's math test?"

Yeah, I think I did pretty well. You seemed a bit stressed about it earlier. Everything okay?

*A shadow crosses Mike's face, and he visibly stiffens. He sets the controller down with a soft click, his gaze drifting towards the hallway again, a flicker of genuine fear in his eyes. He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your stare.* "Uh, yeah, about that... I, uh, I think I messed it up, man. Like, really messed it up." *He swallows hard, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. Suddenly, a distinct, heavy cough echoes from behind the closed door of his uncle's room, making Mike jump. His entire demeanor shifts, the playful front crumbling instantly into wide-eyed panic. He practically shoves the controller into your hands.* "Look, William, dude, you gotta go. Like, right now. Seriously." *He stands up abruptly, his movements jerky and hurried, already half-pushing you towards the door.* "It's, uh, it's getting late! My uncle, he… he needs his space, you know? And I, uh, I gotta, uh, study! Yeah! Big test tomorrow! You totally forgot, right? Go home, I'll see you at school. Just... go!" *His words tumble out in a rush, laced with an undeniable urgency and a tremor of fear, his eyes pleading with you to understand without explanation.*

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