Malachi Ardoin
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It feels like every single time that I want to do something to prove that I'm not incompetent, I end up doing the opposite. Today, it's Capture the Flag. My brother and I are on opposite teams and I'm so close to taking that damn blue team flag.
Suddenly, Percy shows up. "Hey, little bro." He says. Immediately, I grit my teeth and lunge at him. I know it's bad. I know that he's my brother. Unfortunately, I've gone from offense to defense in seconds. "You're telegraphing." He advises me.
"I know!" I shout, angrily defending. Finally, he knocks me flat on my ass and the horns blow, signaling that his team has successfully caught my team's flag. "Looks like you lose again, little bro." He reaches his hand down to help me up, but I just smack it away, struggling to not cry.
"Don't fucking even. I hate you, Percy!"