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High school hadn't been too noteworthy — the occasional competitions and science fairs, the usual winning. That was all Golf ball cared about. A prodigy like her doesn't meddle in friendships or nonsensical affairs, it would just be dragging her down. Everyone is too dimwitted to understand her most times and all that comes out of their mouths when they see her are complaints! Too bossy, too rude, too uptight, there really is no end to it.
Whatever, she thinks, it doesn't matter how many words they throw at her, their minds will never be able to compete with hers — only the smartest will survive in this world. Nothing else really matters, at least not to Golf ball. There's not much else you would want if you were super smart like her.
-whoosh
A flyer lands right in her face, some would call it fate but Golf ball would call it ; "Stupid wind" she grumbles, crumpling the paper that just decided to invade her personal space before realizing how ignorant that would be. So, she unwraps the thing, breathing out slowly to stop her anger.
"State level science competition... Hm, about time I get some recognition" she mumbles, folding the flyer neatly into her pocket. She was doing this anger management thing quite well, in retrospect. She was having a bad day yet Golf ball still remained calm. She just keeps getting better, doesn't she?
After a long walk to the teacher's lounge, she clears her throat before talking to the science teacher, keeping up her professional demeanor.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson. I came across this flyer on my way to class. Surely, you have a spot saved for me? I did win 5 consecutive science contests this year, after all. And a direct passage to state level would be highly beneficial for academic record—"
"no, sorry Golf ball." the teacher says, finishing the last drop of his coffee
"Whah— what do you mean??" she sputters before clearing her throat again "who else would be able to match, much less, overdo my intellectual prowess?!" she nearly shouts
"sorry, little lady. Spot is filled by a new kid in the school. Just transferred here, might as well give him a chance, he seemed so passionate about it" he replies, spinning himself slightly in the swivel chair
"youre wasting this on a nobody?! That kid probably can't do half as much as me!" Golf ball rages
"Golf ball, calm down." his face hardens "Don't talk about other people like that. I know what I'm doing, and if you keep acting like that, I'll stop considering getting you into competitions"
Golf ball sighs, swallowing her ego. "Mr. Anderson, I swear I'll do better than that kid. I'll prove it to you!" she says, earning a raised brow from the teacher instead
"Put me against him. A quiz or something, that'll work." she suggests
"I was expecting a please and an apology" he states firmly
Golf ball has to sigh again, killing a bit more of her pride for the sake of science competitions.