Big Fight in FortReal

Knowledge High

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A flying punch pushed through the cold air. It missed, but the fight carried on. Now there were more cheering and rowdiness in the crowd. The fight heated up, and the crowd engulfed more crowd. More punches were thrown, and the crowd asked for more. Outrageously, one of the spectators seemed to be moving forward; he appeared to be intending to stop the fight. His steps were shaky and indeterminate. His name was Mark. He moved forward, and all eyes converged on him. He paused and seemed confounded by his own action. He was merely testing the boundaries of his bravery. He quickly retraced his steps and tried to escape the stares of the people around him. The temperature was below freezing; the fight lasted longer than usual, and the crowd waited for the knockout hit. The Gallviant landed a severe blow to the Rallviant knocking him off balance. More strokes followed and blood spurted. The go-for-the-kill punch was the crowd's favorite, and it came violent and unmistakable. This time, the noise arriving from the Gallviant crowd soared. On another day, the result might be reversed, and the Rallviants would have been the ones rejoicing. One thing for sure, tomorrow will bring another fight. For today, the curtains came down, and the crowd dispersed. Like the others, Mark walked away casually as nothing had happened: just another regular day in the irregular lives of high school kids. Mark was a Gallviant attending Knowledge High, one of the worst (if not the worst) high schools in the Northside. Gallviants were a prominent immigrant group living in the Northside, which was the part of FortReal where many dreamed but few achieved. FortReal was a city sitting on an abundance of earth's wealth and embodying human last frontier against the cold. Mayor Robertson once said that the advancement of technology had finally conquered the cold. FortReal was settled first by a lonely fellow who wanted to challenge the elements but died buried in snow. Discovery of oil and other minerals drove more pioneers to the town. And with many trials: FortReal was established north of a major river. The city slowly absorbed settlers and grew into a decent sized town when a major tornado ripped through the town bringing everything to waste except a lonely gray wall. The town was rebuilt gradually and later developed into a metropolitan that encompassed lands on both banks of a river while keeping the gray wall intact as a standing monument for perseverance and triumph.

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Right after the second period, Mark hurried to the outside. He had planned to skip the third period so that he can meet Jack. As he headed to the main entrance doors, he was approached by a kid who he had never seen before. He spoke with a very polite manner that was quite foreign to Knowledge High. 'Would you know where the knowledge class is?' the kid asked.

'Knowledge class, I never heard of it!' Mark responded. 'The only advice I can give you is to go and see the school administration,' Mark added.

'Yeah I will; Thanks a lot.' The kid received Mark's answer in a hurry, as if he didn't care for it, and headed away while Mark continued walking towards the outside. Mark sought the mall, situated right across from the school with only a road separating the two. The mall encompassed small shops and a food court that students frequented.

'Hi, there,' Jack declared from a distance. Mark quickened his pace and seated himself on the table Jack was sitting at.

'So how is it going?' Mark produced.

'Those damn conspiracy theorists!'

'What did they do this time?' Mark asked.

'They ejected me from the Gallviants' book club. They couldn't take my solid arguments. I really embarrassed one of them.' Jack gave a sinister smile. 'They are garbage,' he then continued.

'Well sometimes: They have a point. Like how this mall is built next to the school to keep kids away from schooling: They're right, that's a conspiracy.' Mark articulated.