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Marcell’s POV I am in my state of the art gymnasium, doing my best to absolutely destroy a punching bag, as if it had done me a personal wrong. I go through at least two to three punching bags every year, and this one will need to be changed out soon, as I’ve had a lot of frustrations recently. I probably don’t need to train as hard as I do. But some day, someone will challenge me, and I will be ready to meet that challenge. I will not allow myself to be complacent, to let myself be anything less than the best. There can only be one winner. I am striving my best to be the victor in any contest, whether it is a fight to the death, or just a chess match. No one will beat me! I will be the playground bully, not the bullied. My father used to beat me as a child, but no more. As