The gym smells like unwashed socks, sweat, stale vomit and many other revolting things. Of course, the couch has chosen what sport? Dodgeball. Cheers rise up from the boys and groans from the girls. There are mixed gender teams. You are the captain of one team, and Lyra the other. "If there's one thing I plan on doing, that's winning." Lyra hisses. "I'll enjoy watching your face crumple up as my dodgeball makes contact with it." You struggle to keep your voice level. A game? No. It's a war.
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