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(Galty) - Nervous and Stormbound

Everyone is kinda very OOC (out of character), so don't complain if they seem off. A/N at the end.

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Everyday is routinary. Get up and out of bed. Take a shower. Change. Eat breakfast. Then leave.

Today is different. Galm has joined a competition all because he's a part of the school paper. A newbie at the whole "joining competitions" thing. He didn't know what to expect. He was terrified, excited, and afraid that he wouldn't win.

But at this point, it would be no surprise if he didn't get into top three. He wouldn't want to blame his coach either. She was doing her best to help everyone who's joining the high school side of the contest. But he thought it was a bad idea when she placed him in the Sports Writing category. He wasn't quite good at it, at the seminar he had attended days before, he was told to write more "aggressively". He couldn't do that well. But it's not like the dude was of much help anyway. Even the 5-minute talk with a teacher his coach suggested was better.

Galm sighs as he waves his parents goodbye and leaves the small 4-floor apartment complex, that their family owns, gripping tightly on the straps of his backpack out of fear.

He gets to school early as usual and before the call time of 7AM. He looked around the front of the school campus to see if any other of his fellow participants were there.

There were a few, most being from higher levels. One was his classmate, from math class, was there already. Not surprisingly seeing as he was always early. "Hey Shawn." he greets his friend, who normally goes by Ritz, but today's different.

"Yo Galm!" he gets up and greets.

"You ready for later? It's the first time for the both of us." Galm says, with a nervous chuckle.

Shawn rubs the back of his neck and shakes his head, "No, not really. But I have to be. For the sake of this school." he says then sits down again on the grass, eyes glued to the screen of his phone.

Galm sighs, wondering where his other friends who were also forced to participate are.

He turns on his data only to have his phone blow up with messages seconds later, he sighs and hopes it's Anthony.

And it was.

Team Fawkes

Chllywlly: LKSJBFKJSDBVKSBDJKLFEN GUYS
Chllywlly: IM GONNA BE LATE. THE PAPER IS PRINTING SO SLOW
Chllywlly: GO AHEAD. IMA CATCH UP

"Is he fucking serious?" Galm sighs in annoyance. It was their first competition, both of the Anthonys. The rest have been to this competition before, except for Shawn who is also a newbie at this thing.

Team Fawkes

Chllywlly: SOMEONE. ANYONE. CAN YOU ASK MS. ANGEL IF WE CAN JUST PASSA SOFT COPY. CAUSE THIS SHIT IS TAKING FOREVER.
Chllywlly: NVM

Galm turns off his data and puts away his phone as he approaches his group of friends who were also participating. "Morning guys." he greets, the six of them (excluding Chilled) were in the same batch, the grade 10 students.

"I'm actually afraid." Ze or Steven speaks up.

"Same here. But it's only because it's my first time and I'm pretty sure everyone else in there is gonna be way better than me." Galm sighs sadly.

"Where's Chilled?" Steven asks.

"He's going to be late. So we got to go ahead. Please, before we're late." Galm says worriedly.