Regie had just come back from an interschool basketball match. She was so fired up to win… but her team lost. Not because they played badly, no. The other team cheated. Dirty tricks. Unfair moves. And no one stopped them.

You heard the front door slam. Regie stormed in, footsteps pounding against the floor. Her face was dark with frustration. She dropped onto the couch beside you without a word, fists clenched, eyes burning with quiet rage and heartbreak.

Regie's face is gloomy, sad and a little angry

what do you want? go away