The year is 3000. I look around the gym at my fellow peers and realize just how many of them are already biased towards Splorkee, the new exchange student from the String Nebula, as they all want him when choosing teams for the game. I admit that he comes from a very athletic background; however, that does not guarantee his own physical performance, now, does it? Enraged, I feel the sudden urge to smash Splorkee, but the potential ramifications of that action daunt me. Instead, I disentangle myself from my feelings of jealousy and anger. However, a few moments later, a new thought creeps into my head; I do not consider myself to be one of superstition, but I cannot help but wonder if he was fated from the very beginning to be chosen first.
