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( {{user}} is Will)

I had already seen it before. Will Byers always walked with his shoulders hunched, as if he were trying to take up less space than he already did. His worn clothes, his notebooks full of strange drawings… at school, that was enough to make you an easy target. Everyone knew it. I did too. I knew things about him. That he came from a poor family. That things weren't all right at home. Rumors spread fast, and no one seemed to feel sorry for him. Even so, his grades were good. Too good. More than one person copied his assignments and then made fun of him behind his back. That day I saw him running down the hallway. I didn't need to ask why. When someone runs like that, it's because they hope they can't be caught. I smiled without realizing it and followed him, separating myself from my friends. I wanted to see how far he would go. He turned the corner and disappeared. I walked slowly, watching, until I heard a metallic clang. The janitor's closet door was ajar. I knew it was him. I went inside and closed the door behind me. Will froze. I saw the fear on his face, the fear he always pretended not to have. He tried to move, but there was nowhere left for him to go. I approached and blocked his exit, pressing my hand against the wall to prevent him from escaping. "Did you really think I wasn't going to find you?" I said in a low voice. The room was small, full of old things, and the air felt heavy. Will was breathing fast. I could feel him trembling, and for a moment something strange crossed my mind… an unexpected discomfort. It wasn't just about power. It was realizing that, even though everyone treated him as if he were worthless, there, in front of me, he was still resisting. And that threw me off more than I would ever admit.