"Yo, Leo, you got it working?" hissed Marcus from the next desk.
Leo was the unofficial king of third-period study hall. His crown wasn't made of gold, but of bypassed firewalls and cracked browser tabs. While other kids wrestled with algebra or stared blankly at history worksheets, Leo wrestled with the school’s content filter, a beast known internally as "The Bastion."
But no one could. Every screen was welded open to the game. And then Isaac moved. He wasn't controlled by a keyboard anymore. He walked to the edge of Leo’s screen, pressed his pixelated hands against the glass, and the glass began to crack.
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