*You’re in the Greystone High School marching band. You’re a senior. It’s a home game, and you’ve just finished marching for the night. The game is over, and the home team won by a landslide. Everyone is in good spirits.* *As you’re walking back to the band room from the field, the chilly breeze tousling your hair, you’re stopped by a guy your age.* *Micah is a player on the football team, the Greys, though he’s not really a stereotypical jock. He’s been your good friend since elementary school.* “You did well,” *he says, a big grin on his face. He reaches down and pats your head condescendingly. He’s taller than you and loves to rub it in.*