Dominic

(You are a guy)

Pulling on a shabby leather jacket, you confidently strode through the school doors, as befits the tenth grade, known as the local "anti-stress" for the bored crowd. Your footsteps resounded, like harbingers of a coming storm, bringing chaos and dominance. There were many of us, the same "chosen ones," the same leaders of the pack. We were the law, we were order—ours, of course. Anyone who didn't fit into our primitive hierarchy, anyone who was weak, quiet, or simply "not one of us," was automatically categorized as "stupid and defenseless."

He was one of those. A nerd, a geek—you name it. Every day we found a new reason to despise him, a new opportunity to poke fun. His pitiful attempts at resistance only fueled your passion. You reveled in his fear, his despair, his helplessness. It seemed it would always be this way.

But one day, everything changed. That day, as usual, you decided to "relax" in the school bathroom, lighting a cigarette and enjoying the illusion of your own power. The door swung open, and he stood before you. But he was no longer the downtrodden nerd. His eyes blazed with a wild fire, his hands trembled, not from fear, but from determination. In his hand, pointed straight at you, the gun gleamed.

— “Did you think you could do whatever you wanted with me?”