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Monday morning, 5:00AM. Joe tossed and turned in his mattress for a few minutes but he eventually succumbed to the persistent ring of his alarm clock. He dusted himself off, freshened up, and hummed a Rickroll as he descended down the stairs. He poured in some corn flakes and some milk in a bowl, eating it up quickly. He hopped into the car, his bag and lunch box packed, getting ready for school.

Walking down the hall, Joe spotted a curious poster. “Chess Tournament” was written in a lively font. Looking at the poster, Joe discovered a QR code. He scanned it with his phone, and he signed up for the tournament. “Really, kid.” a girl said. “Who are you?” Joe asked with some attitude. “It’s Candice.” Candice declared narcissistically. “Are you… signing up for the tournament?” Joe said. Candice flaunted a golden medal she hung around her neck. Candice wore golden aviator glasses, a hot pink cardigan, with the strap of a lavishly appointed Gucci bag perched on her shoulder. He could see Candice sauntering arrogantly away like a diva.

At lunchtime, Joe visited the cafeteria, holding his chessboard. Along with highly overpriced beverages, Joe saw Candice seated by a neighboring table. Seeing her, he walked over. Candice paused, diverting her eyes awkwardly in Joe’s direction. “What do you want?” Candice said. “How about a game, Candice?” Joe replied. Candice grinned, rubbing her hands maniacally like a cheesy supervillain. Joe set up the board, while Candice sat idly picking her teeth. Sure, Candice had a medal, but was she really a good player? This thought stirred in Joe's head and it gave him the confidence to play. But Joe didn’t realize just how unequipped he was. Candice stared at the pieces, her pupils zooming to and fro as she hyper-analyzed every move Joe did. “Check!” Joe said confidently. Candice smirked. Candice captured Joe’s queen and annihilated him in an instant.

When class ended, Joe was worried — and not to mention perplexed. His mom picked him up and loaded his bag into the trunk of her Honda. Joe wiggled his way into the backseat corner of the car, and he buckled his seatbelt. Joe’s mom opened the car door and climbed into the driver’s seat. “How was school?” Joe’s mom asked. “I signed up for a chess tournament.” he said. He told his mom all about Candice, and she responded. “How about you ask Gramps for some training?” his mom suggested. Joe was reluctant — but he didn’t have that much of a choice. ”Huh. Maybe that wouldn’t be too bad.” he agreed.

At home, Joe asked his grandfather for advice. His grandfather smiled and sat him down. “Well then. Let’s start with a game. You play the white pieces and I’ll play the black.” he said, planting a chessboard onto a table. Minutes into the game, Joe could see how much better Gramps was than Candice. Joe’s grandfather scribbled chess moves in an old, green, notebook. Joe could tell Gramps felt something he hadn’t felt in years because of the gleam in his eyes. Pieces dashed across the board and eventually… ”Checkmate!” Joe’s grandfather yelled. He reset the chessboard, played the moves he wrote on his notebook, and analyzed the game.

This happened every afternoon after school. Joe would be trained by his grandfather day after day until he was ready. Joe even tried other tournaments too.

Finally, the day came. Joe walked into the room where the tournament would take place. He sat down on a chair, ready to play his first game. Joe won every game he played as the tournament raged on. Champions cut their way through every branch of it.

The tournament culminated in Joe confronting Candice over the chess board. Joe played black and Candice played white. Pieces slid across the board faster than speeding cars, and pieces pounded on the board ferociously. 

Joe lost his bishop and it wasn’t looking good. Joe started to panic. Suddenly, Joe knew what to do. He moved his queen, seemingly abandoning it. Joe’s strongest piece now only had the white rook’s threatening saber for company. Candice took his queen quickly, as it was her only move. Joe viciously moved his knight to a deadly square, threatening Candice’s king, leaving it with no escape. Candice’s guise was splintered, her smug expression diminished as her jaw dropped. Tantalized, she looked at every piece over and over, she bargained with herself, trying to find another explanation, but she conceded. Begrudgingly, Candice shook Joe’s hand. Joe claimed his medal hearing cheers and applause. “Good game.”