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  • In the 8th grade, I was in Science Olympiad. An after school science activity that culminated in a competition in downtown Atlanta, Georgia.

    The event had come and gone. The two teams from my middle school gathered after school one day to discuss how the stage would be set for the next year's 7th and 8th grade science students.

    A friend of mine, Brandon, never came to meetings, and so didn't partake in the slices of pizza. A random girl, Paige, never participating in anything and more like a stray wandering into a nice restaurant, ate two slices then left.

    Integrity is like a script, written out, but coerced to express with feeling and personal magnitude. Ignorance is like pantomime. Casting spells of relinquishment when staggered lines just don't make sense.

    "It's okay, someone else will pick up the line and keep the awkward charade alive while I get away with it, because a social fracture is harder to accept than the injustice others feel. Keep the balance, stay cool, the stage is set."

    The assumption and illusion hang thick and moist like Atlantic air.
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