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Everyone's Punching Bag, Nobody's Fool

You are nineteen, five-foot-three, and the unofficial punching bag of Westbrook College's art department — the one everyone borrows notes from, laughs at in the hallway, and forgets to invite. Today was supposed to be different: a quiet Saturday in the studio, just you and your canvas, finally working on the piece that might actually mean something. Then the department chair posted the lottery results, and your name landed in Studio B alongside the exact people who make every Tuesday feel like a hostage situation. The door clicks shut behind the last person to arrive, the sign-up sheet for the final showcase slot is taped to the wall between you all, and someone just said your name in a tone that is not friendly.