Revenge at the Science Fair

Nobody noticed me. Not really. I sat at the back, quiet, invisible.

Teachers assumed I was perfect. Kids assumed I was weak. I let them.

Let them underestimate me. That’s the first rule. Always let them

think they’re winning. Last year, the top kids made my life a nightmare. They stole my project,

spread lies online, humiliated me in front of everyone. No one helped. No one cared.

But I remembered. I documented. Every cruel laugh, every insult, every betrayal—saved

it all. I spent months planning. Nights alone, perfecting my project, every detail calculated.

I didn’t just want to win; I wanted them exposed. The science fair arrived.