The machines beeped around them. His best friend nudged the kid’s shoulder. “There he goes. He’s got every high score on the system. They say he’s even been to tournaments in Washington.”

When the kid turned to look, the bully grinned at him.

“So, I hear you’re pretty good,” said the bully.

“I’m all right,” said the kid.

“Then you won’t mind if I watch you play.” The bully’s friends laughed.

The kid only shrugged meekly and went back to the game. Then, just as the girl was walking by, the bully kicked the plug, causing the game to stutter and restart.

“Hey! I had almost a million points!”

“Yeah? Then how come my name is still at the top of the board? It doesn’t count if it’s not on the list.”

The girl only sighed and walked away.

“See?” laughed the bully. “She only likes… the best!”

“I am the best!” the kid said.

“So prove it. There’s a tournament next month. That is… unless you’re chicken.”

“Don’t do it,” said the best friend. “You’re in over your head!”

“No,” said the kid. “I’m in.”