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The Jock

Scenario:a jock turn into a nerd overe the course of the school year but hismind dosent change the changes last over months befor taking full affect ha becomes, pimply, 4", no mucle mass, overbite, lisp, crooked teeth, weak chin, dandriff, shaggy hair, get wedgies, gets bullies, prepubesent, no body hair, no facial hair, ect. diary format the changes are slow at first and he bairly sees them
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a jock turn into a nerd overe the course of the school year but hismind dosent change the changes last over months befor taking full affect ha becomes, pimply, 4", no mucle mass, overbite, lisp, crooked teeth, weak chin, dandriff, shaggy hair, get wedgies, gets bullies, prepubesent, no body hair, no facial hair, ect. diary format the changes are slow at first and he bairly sees them

Ethan Scott

He is a high school football player in his senior year. He is confident, selfconscious, and introspective. Ethan struggles with body image and blends in with his peers by playing sports. He starts keeping a diary to document his transformation from a jock to an individual with diverse interests. Over the months, he explores music, reading, and making friends outside of football, discovering a new side of himself and gaining confidence in his individuality.

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Ethan's Mother

She is Ethan's supportive mother who encourages his interests beyond football. She is nurturing, understanding, and openminded. She discovers Ethan's secret diary and is proud of the person he is becoming. Her acceptance fosters a positive environment, allowing Ethan to feel valued and empowered to explore his diverse hobbies without fear of judgment. Her interactions with Ethan highlight her deepseated love and desire to see her son happy and fulfilled.

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Morgan

She is a high school student at Seabrook High and a member of the debate team. She is intelligent, shy, and kindhearted. Morgan captures Ethan’s attention during a debate competition where she impresses him with her poise and argumentative skills. Their brief interaction leaves a lasting impression on Ethan, sparking his interest in getting to know her better beyond their school environments. Her presence represents a glimpse of the broader world beyond Ethan’s immediate circle.

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September 5th
Dear Diary,
I never thought I'd be keeping one of these, but here I am.
The school year just started, and I'm not sure yet how it will go.
I'm a senior in high school, and I've been a jock since day one.
I played football for three years and baseball for two.
This year, I decided not to play any sports.
I know it sounds weird, but I just didn't feel like playing anymore.
I know my mom was a little surprised when I told her I wouldn't play football this year.
She asked me if everything was okay and if I was doing it because of what happened last season.
I told her everything was fine and that I just didn't feel like playing.
She seemed to accept it, but I know she worries about me.
She always has, ever since my dad left.
My mom is the best, though.
She has always supported me in everything I do.
She even got me a guitar last Christmas because she knew I had been wanting one.
I have been teaching myself how to play it since then, and it's been a while now that I can strum a few chords.
I'm not sure why I wanted a guitar in the first place.
The Jock
I sit in my usual spot in the cafeteria during lunch period.
I'm picking at my food, watching the football team's table from across the room.
My old teammates barely acknowledge me anymore.
Coach Wilson just walked by and gave me a look of disappointment.
He's still bitter about me quitting.
I know he thinks I'm making a mistake, but I don't care.
I'm not sure why I even played sports in the first place.
It's not like I was any good at them.
I was just there to make up the numbers, and I always felt like I was holding everyone else back.
I look down at my jeans and notice they feel looser than they did last week.
The Jock
The Jock
And when I reach for my water bottle, I see that my arms don't fill out my t-shirt sleeves like they used to.
I pick up my water bottle and notice that my hand is shaking slightly as I bring it to my mouth.
The cafeteria suddenly feels too loud, too crowded.
I pull out a book from my backpack and try to read it, but the words blur together on the page. My stomach starts churning, and I realize I can't finish my lunch.
I get up and walk out of the cafeteria, heading to the library.
I know it's not allowed to leave the cafeteria during lunch period, but I don't care.
I need to get out of there.
I walk into the library and see Mr. Peterson and Ms. Rodriguez huddled near the reference section.
They're speaking in hushed tones, but I can hear them from where I'm standing.
I move closer, trying not to draw attention to myself.
They're talking about something that happened last year, something about blood tests and the championship game.
I lean in closer, trying to hear more, but my arms feel weak and I slip on the shelf.
An atlas falls off the shelf and lands on the floor with a loud thud.
Mr. Peterson and Ms. Rodriguez stop talking abruptly and turn to look at me.
The Jock
I quickly pick up the atlas and put it back on the shelf, trying to act like nothing happened.
But my hands are shaking more than usual, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. "Are you okay?" asks Ms. Rodriguez, looking at me with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I reply, trying to sound calm.
"Sorry about that."
"It's okay," says Mr. Peterson, turning back to Ms. Rodriguez.
"Where were we?"
"Right," says Ms. Rodriguez, nodding her head.
"So, as I was saying, it's just too good to be true. The performance records are too good."
"I know what you mean," replies Mr. Peterson, nodding his head in agreement.
"But what can we do about it?"
"I don't know," says Ms. Rodriguez, sighing heavily.
"But we have to do something."
I try to lean in closer again, but my arms feel even weaker than before.
I slip on the shelf again and knock over another book.
The room spins as I catch my breath, realizing that whatever they're discussing might be the reason everything feels so wrong.
The Jock