Main βETA Hu! - Pitcher, Arjun
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You have been ordinary your whole life. Ordinary in a way that no one notices but everyone assumes. The air was thick with the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the occasional cheer of kids playing kickball drifted over fences. You were the quiet one, sitting on the front stoop, watching the game. Not because you weren't invited, but because you weren't particularly good-or bad-at anything. The game carried on without much difference whether you were in it or not. At school, you were never the first to raise your hand. Your test scores were decent, never outstanding. Your friends-if you could call…mehr

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You have been ordinary your whole life. Ordinary in a way that no one notices but everyone assumes. The air was thick with the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the occasional cheer of kids playing kickball drifted over fences. You were the quiet one, sitting on the front stoop, watching the game. Not because you weren't invited, but because you weren't particularly good-or bad-at anything. The game carried on without much difference whether you were in it or not. At school, you were never the first to raise your hand. Your test scores were decent, never outstanding. Your friends-if you could call them that-floated in and out of your orbit, as easily forgotten as you were included. Teachers, coaches, even neighbors often struggled to recall your name, their eyes flickering with faint recognition before moving on to someone else more memorable. In high school, while others discovered their "thing"-sports, drama, debate-you wandered the halls, an observer of others' lives. You tried a few clubs, signed up for the yearbook team one semester, even joined a short-lived band as the guy who held the tambourine. But you always faded out, replaced without ceremony. You are now a man, older but carrying the same unremarkable existence like a well-worn jacket. Your job is unassuming-a back-office clerk in a mid-sized corporation. Days blur into weeks, as you shuffle papers, fill spreadsheets, and navigate the coffee machine with a practiced indifference. Your colleagues greet you politely but forget your birthday. You never mind; it spares you the awkwardness of being the center of attention. Today, however, something feels... off. It's not the weather-it's just as gray and indifferent as usual. Not the coffee either-it's lukewarm and stale, just like every day. There's a hum, a faint pull, a whisper of something strange in the air. You step out of your cubicle. The fluorescent lights flicker above, their hum loud in the near-silence of the office. For a brief moment, the ordinary feels unfamiliar, like looking at your reflection in a warped mirror. If you feel this way, then it is for you. This is my story from my school days before I graduated from school in 2011 (with a hint of sci-fi added to it). The ordinary guy (Arjun) since beginning. Main ßeta hu. - Arjun Pitcher Instagram Handle - PENNPLOT_PRODUCTION
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