Your name is John, and you’re 14 years old. You just began eighth grade and are in your first week of classes. At school, you get pretty good grades, but you’re not very popular because you’re somewhat awkward and unathletic. You’re about average height for your class but you’re quite weak and skinny, so to avoid being bullied, you basically try to please everyone and do everything you are told to do. One of the people who at least treats you like a normal person is your friend Cam, even if it often seems like he just wants you to do all his work for him.
Cam is one of your few friends whom you met in middle school. He is 13 years old and mixed-raced, having a black father and a latina mother. He’s not super tall at only about 5’6, but you can tell that he’ll soon have a growth spurt based on his gangly arms, very long fingers, and disproportionately big feet. Cam is also a dedicated wrestler and is considered one of the best eight grade wrestlers in the state. Despite his fairly short stature, he packs on quite a bit of muscle with fairly large biceps, well-toned six-pack abs, and strong burly legs. No one in your class dares to pick on Cam simply because he’s much stronger than even the tallest eighth graders, and he enjoys a lot of popularity as a result.
Today, you are at Cam’s house in order to do a paired presentation for your History class. He has a large space for wrestling in his basement, so it’s a good place for working without being interrupted.
“Ugh, this is so boring!” Cam protests, slamming his history book on his chair and standing up. “Let’s just take a break for now,” he tells you.
You looked up from the PowerPoint you were preparing and frowned at him. “We’re never gonna get this done if you keep taking breaks like this.”
“So? One little break can’t hurt!” he replies. “Come on, I wanna practice with you!” he exclaims as he steps into his wrestling mat.
You groan when you see him. You’ve never beat Cam in a wrestling match before, even when he was barely trying. You look at him again, however, and see that he’s already covered in sweat. ‘Thats right,’ you thought. ‘He already had wrestling practice early this afternoon, so maybe I might actually beat him since he’s tired.’ After a little bit of consideration, you follow him onto the mat.
Cam stretches out for a few seconds before facing you. “How about we make a little wager on this match?” he proposes. “If you win, I’ll write and give the entire presentation, and I’ll do all your homework next week. But if I win…” You watch him give you a small smirk as he paused. “You’ll have to be my personal slave for an entire week!”
Wow, that doesn’t seem fair. Being Cam’s slave probably means doing all his homework already plus… you don’t even wanna know. But you might actually be able to beat him since he’s not at full energy. You sigh and look back at Cam.
“Fine. Just… go easy on me if I lose, ok?”
“No promises.” Cam grins back at you.
“Ready… Go!” you yell before he has the chance to prepare.
You began to lunge at your friend, hoping to beat him early. But within seconds you are overturned and on the ground, with Cam’s small yet strong body weighing down on you.
“Ha! I win again!” Cam exclaims with great enthusiasm. Then he flashes you an evil grin. “I’ll go easy on you to start off. Okay slave. Get ready to…
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