Gemotions

The invitation felt flimsy and cheap, as though designed to mock him. He could almost hear the laughter of the popular kids, the ones who had made his life a misery. They likely expected him to be a nobody.

He considered declining, but the thought of disappointing them made his lips curl. He would attend, not as an act of reconciliation, but as a calculated performance.

He began to research the lives of his classmates, gathering information, building the perfect arsenal of insults and boasts. He was preparing to win.