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"Well what do we do with a tie?"

Time slowly ticks by and the six men finally agree on a tiebreaker. "We're flipping a coin," the old man with a long, grey beard proclaimed. "Heads, you stay. Tails, you're expelled. First to three wins." Then, he flips.

Heads. Tails. Tails. Heads. Tails.

The last flip is vocalized and with a press of a button, four bulky men in police uniforms enter the room. Before I can even speak a word or conjure a though, I'm lifted from my chair and dragged down a hallway. My shrieks and sobs are hushed when I'm thrown into a small, white room. Handcuffs are immediately wrapped around my wrists and my ankles are chained to a corner in the wall. The men exit the room as quickly as they enter without a spoken word. Reality sinks in and I realize that my fate was determined by the flip of a coin. My parents, my friends, and everyone I've ever encountered will remember me as a failure: If they even remember me at all. I collapse into the far corner of the small room and my body becomes overwhelmed in sobs. My whole life was spent questioning the people who were sent away and how one could fail so badly in school, and now I'm "one of those".

My thoughts are interrupted with loud thumps and ear piercing screams. I hear muffled, scared voices through the slight cracks in the door and I try to rip these restraints from the wall to hear better. I lay on my stomach with my head about three feet from the door when the knob starts to shake. Has there ever been an earthquake in Texas? My question is answered as the door opens to a visibly shaken boy who seemed about my age. His dirty blonde hair is disheveled and his dark clothes lay messily on his tall, thin body. A small gun peeks out of his pocket and by the look in his big dark green eyes, he's here on a mission.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Ryan. I'm here to save you. Here," he gently smiles as he pulls keys from his back jean pocket and unlocks me from my restraints, "let's go." The mysterious boy grabs my hand and pulls me out of the door into a disaster of a hallway. The glass windows are shattered and the remains lay on the carpeted floor. Doors are knocked down and the rooms are completely trashed. The sound of sprinting footsteps and rebellious yelling fills the hallway and regardless of my knowledge of the situation, I can't help but to feel relieved and protected.