Arin Adams swore and ripped the headphones off of her head. She threw them onto her desk and reluctantly typed “GG” into the chat box that appeared over a red screen displaying the words: “Blood ’N Blasters III: You’re a Loser!”
Arin rubbed her throbbing head before putting the headphones back over her ears. Her teammates were already discussing what went wrong. She felt a twinge of guilt since, as the captain of the team, it was her job to lead everyone to victory, and she had failed.
“They just had better communication. Nothing we could do,” said JaeHai09.
“Nah they cheated,” said Pwolfe.
“We still have one more loss before we’re disqualified. We just need a team morale booster. The Red Electrons still have a shot at getting into finals,” said CollinItQuits94.
Arin perked up. “Oh. Speaking of which, remember how you losers talked about getting team sweatshirts for championships?” Her headphones flew off her head again, freeing her to zip over to her dorm room closet. She ripped it open and tore out a bright red hoodie. It had a white and black symbol of an atom on it with the words “Red Electron.” It wasn’t quite their team name, but the print company charged by the letter, and Arin had tuition to pay. She slid back over to her computer and popped her headphones back on, ready to open a video chat feed.
“—I was thinking we change the name all together,” said Pwolfe.
“True. None of us are even science majors anymore. It doesn’t really work,” said Jaehai09.
“I was never really a big fan of red, anyway,” said CollinItQuits94
Arin tossed the sweater over her shoulder. “Oh, yeah. Same. I agree. Red. What a boring color. Right?” It’s not like that was her schoolbook finances for next semester or anything.
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