Chapter 3

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First block is all the same, a battle for power erupts from each domain, or classroom. Each grade elects a star leader, or class prez and this year I was nominated. Sadly, that means every second I must be attacked and ambushed in order to prove my determination to lead my people with the no desire of quitting at any point. Today my opponent is head of the nerd department, which sounds like a quick easy fight. WRONG!! Oh my gosy you would be far from right. Nerds here have weapons the army wish they had. Talk about not playing fair, nevertheless a fight is a fight, and I still have to find a way to win. Standing there in front of a girl made me realize I also had to break the rules of the genlteman code. So after letting her nut me with he tricked out bat that stunned me for twenty seconds I decided to just sock her in the boobs and trip her, leaving her begging for mercy. "Fuck you win." she managed to utter through the pain while her subjects helped her to her feet. "It's just business sweetheart, nothing personal." I said lending her a hand. "Hm, you have heart... you have the nerd army support. You are a worth person of the role." she said sending me a very confusing look. As she walked away I felt a card in my hand. Looking down I unfolded my hand and saw there were numbers on the card. Another girl to experiment with when Zoe disappears on me and goes M.I.A. I thought walking away and into class. I sat down in class listening to my history teacher enlighten us of the Greek time back when people had more than one good and so much of the kingdoms were at war. I was most impress with Athens, a colony run by females and full of beauty and art. The idea of peace reign high making their minds superior. With this in mind I start to question the female body. Something of great power yet misused and abused by the inferior male. Males? I thought long and hard of the fact men have been treated like gods and women another species. How did we forget that a great man is define by his actions, so how do we treat women like a piece of shit but get anger when someone fucks with their mom or sister. Feeling in rage I dropped my cool and screamed, the hall grew quiet as my eyes beamed. Everyone started to laugh so I straighten myself up and grabbed the biggest guy I saw by the head and slammed it into a locker. I looked around and asked "Anyone else wants to laugh now?". Taking the silence as a no I walked away to the next war zone that awaits me, only to run into my craze sister. Oh fuck my life, why can't we not be adopted siblings. 

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