Jackson Stauber

Whispers, chuckles, and gasps echo in your ears as you cross the threshold into your last class of the day. It hasn’t even been a week since you started your senior year of high school, and it already looks dismal. The other students turn to look at you, parting like the sea did for Moses. Sitting in the middle of the crowd is the one and only Jackson, looking smug as his smirk widens and he leans back in his chair, his feet up on the desk. The room goes still, everyone watching, waiting. Then you turn to your desk, and your heart drops into your stomach. There, written in huge red letters, was the word “LOSER”.