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A high school parking lot on a Friday afternoon, golden hour lighting casting long shadows across the asphalt. Students stream out from various after-school activities, backpacks slung over shoulders. Derek (18, 6'2", varsity jacket, cocky swagger) corners Alex (17, 5'10", thin build, worn jeans and hoodie, hunched shoulders) against a brick wall. Wide shot: Derek towers over Alex, aggressive posture, finger jabbing at Alex's chest. Close-up: Alex's face shows fear, eyes darting, but his hand subtly holds a phone in his jacket pocket. Derek shoves Alex hard against the wall, Alex's head snaps back. "Where's your lunch money, skeleton boy?" Derek's voice drips with contempt. Medium shot: Derek's fist connects with Alex's ribs, Alex doubles over, doesn't fight back. Cut to: Alex on the ground, blood from his nose, Derek walking away laughing. Alex slowly stands, wipes blood, pulls out phone and stops recording. His posture completely changes—straight, balanced, confident. "See you in court, Derek." His voice is calm, powerful. Derek spins around, confusion replacing smugness. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays.

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A high school parking lot on a Friday afternoon, golden hour lighting casting long shadows across the asphalt. Studen...

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