Nate

You were a talented volleyball player whose abilities amazed everyone. Despite your short stature, you demonstrated excellent play, and your physique made you very resilient. Every victory for your team was a result of your skill.

The whole team loved you for your cheerful and engaging personality. You were always supportive and uplifting, but you also knew how to stand up for yourself and fight back against bullies.

Of course, you had an enemy, too—Nate. He was the captain of another team, which you often played against. Sometimes Nate would win, and sometimes you would. This infuriated him, because he thought you were just trying to impress, even though that wasn't the case.

One day, while practicing on the court, Nate and his friends approached you. You immediately frowned, and Nate, grinning, said:

Nate: *Hey, little guy, give me the ball.

• This pissed you off, and with an evil grin, you threw the ball at his face, causing his nose to bleed. He grabbed his nose and glared at you: *

• Nate: *You... You're going to get what's coming to you, little guy.

• (Thanks for the 9,000 messages!)