Some may say I'm a genius. Others may claim I'm just plain dumb. They call me a saint, a savior, a martyr. Few have the guts to stand up to the oppression enforced by the people in our school who believe that their word is law.

Staples was an unseen tyrant, ruling from the shadows through fear and mystery. He was a legend, a cautionary tale to those who thought they were better suited to the throne as it were.

Vince, the gang, and I, we were blind and reckless. We stepped right up to the plate without any insight as to what we were up against. When we found out who was the source of our problems, we should ve let the matter drop, counted our losses and lived to fight another day. But we didn t. We stood our ground. Luck was on our side though. In the end, we made it out on the other side in one piece.

I am eternally grateful for the assistance I received from everyone, Kitten, Joe, Great White, and the lot. Without them, I doubt we would ve reached the resolution we did. Alone, or even with Vince, there would ve been little I could ve done to entertain my fantastical idea that I could take down possibly the most infamous bully in our school s history.

Vince. Vince was.. is my best friend. Even after the stealing and the lying, he s still the one person I really trust. He says we re from different worlds now. Since my move, he s been distant, quiet. My best friend claims I ve changed, claims that now I m living in the better part of town I ve lost my touch. He keeps pushing the idea that I don t understand him, don t understand what he s had to do, particularly with his mom. I get it. I really do. I get that his mother, the one who gave him life, comes first. She has priority over the job, the business, the Fund, even our friendship. It all would ve worked out for him as well, slowly siphoning off the occasional twenty that would go unmissed.

Truth is, I need him. He keeps me grounded, even when my rush of ideas threatens to sweep me off my feet. He is my rock, my solid ground when my mind is a turbulent sea. My mind is a variable and changeable... idea. Yes, an idea. It does not take a solid form. It is forever moving, forever in a state of motion, a motion set in a forward direction with no time for the past or what might've been.

In the end, I am no saint, no savior, no martyr. What I ve done, I did not do. It was not I who brought down Staples and freed our school from his tyranny. It was those who stood behind me, those who pushed me forward and never let me diverge from the righteous path. They are the saints, the saviors, the heroes. They, my friends, deserve the praise, the fame. Without them, I would still be without a true purpose, scrambling to find reason in the small injustices I corrected. In truth, I am not significant. I am a cog in the machine that that brought down the tyrant. There was no David and Goliath, only a war between two evenly matched armies. A perfect storm.

Whoops... Hehe... I guess I kinda forgot I had an obligation. Anyway, here's an update! Sorry if Mac is a bit OC here, I was toying with the opposite of a "David and Goliath" scenario such as seen in TFS.

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One more thing, I want to give a loving shout out to Drizzt1138. Y'all should go check out their story, Maine. It's a crossover between The Fourth Stall and Red vs. Blue. It's pretty dang good if I do say so myself so go give it some love 3 Thanks for reading!