The Most Deadly Poison

 I don't really know how to start this one. Right now I'm on my way to a quiz which would be really exciting but I'm feeling slightly depressed. However this has little to do with the quiz.

     I was texting a friend of mine who is going to the quiz too and is a pretty good friend of a team that's going also. This team is called middle town. Let me tell you about them. 

      Middletown is a team that has been winning for so long. Everyone fosters a slight bit of contempt against them because they're just so dang good at quizzing. Everytime that my team goes undefeated they come along and beat us (often by quite alot of points) and we always take second place. 

      I didn't like this. 

      My team and I started to develop a plan to beat them once and for all. It was an obsession for me and I started studying hours a day. It wasn't easy and I fell off for a little bit but got back to it a week or two before the present quiz.

      Back to the car a am riding in. My friend and I come to the topic of middle town. She tells me about how all the hate the team gets really hurts them. One of the members was even struggling with depression and this didn't make it better.  This got to the point where one member even quit. My friend had even experienced this for herself. I realized how widespread and horrible this was. If I could do anything about this I was going to try my hardest.

      This got me thinking. I would find more joy in befriending Middletown than I would beating them and then maybe they really needed an encouraging word.