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In the bustling corridors of Marshal High School, where the hierarchy of coolness was well-defined, was a young man named Ethan. Ethan was an anomaly because he wasn't considered cool or not cool. In fact, he was never really even considered. He had brown hair, an average frame, and a simple way of dressing. Most days, he just blended into the background. He didn't mind it that way. But that was going to change today. Ethan walked through the double doors of his school, preparing himself for another day of anonymity. He navigated the labyrinthine halls, eyes rarely ever leaving the floor. Because of this, he didn't see the imposing figure leaning against the locker next to his. A loud clash led to Ethan falling backward on his butt and the imposing figure losing balance and landing on his knees. It took Ethan a second, but he finally realized who he bumped into. Oh fuck. It's Brad. Brad was the defacto main bully in all of Marshal High. If you rounded a corner and saw some poor