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I threw my phone to the side carelessly, crossing my arms over my head, feeling much lighter. Seems like everything is back under control now. The anonymous poster’s threat and intention are under control. My feelings for Chris are buried deep, and no one will know anything. I turned to look at the small trophy on my nightstand, picking it up. It’s a little old with some of the gold plating oxidised, leaving patches of discolouration. But the carvings on the faceplate at the bottom of the trophy cup were still visible. Windsor Creek Men’s Rugby - Under 12

After the champion medals were given out, the president of Riot Games handed over the blue trophy for the most valuable player to Xyla Quest. There was a huge sapphire gemstone on the trophy. Below it, the words ‘Most Valuable Player in Season 10’s World Championship Finals’ were carved onto the trophy… When Xyla held the heavy trophy in her hands, she felt mixed emotions. Being able to bask in all this glory was completely an accident today. Xyla had never thought about playing games professionally. In fact, she never even thought of winning the world championship finals.

I thought he was funny and interesting. With his assistance, we were able to complete the job in less time, just as he had promised. After all, he was the Beta of all the werewolves; not only was he significantly stronger, but he was also significantly quicker. Then he said, proclaiming, "enough for today; let's go and have fun at the birthday party because our queen wants to join the kids." Then, however, I leaned in close to Asher and whispered, "I need to go and buy the kids a few gifts."

Once home, he prominently displayed the trophy, hoping it would instantly catch Stella’s eye and impress her, yet without seeming too keen. He was really hoping Stella would notice the trophy and shower him with praise and admiration. Yet, he ended up feeling very let down. Despite the trophy's prominent placement, Stella didn't seem to spot it at all when she got back home. The trophy had been there for two days, and Keegan's anticipation turned into disappointment. Finally, Stella asked him about it. "Do you still want that trophy? Keep it somewhere else if you do. The maid cleaned the house today, and she almost broke it."

Ren who doesn't like being complimented started to put on an annoyed face Chill dude, it's almost over" Hayden whisper at ren when he notices the changes in his expression. Ren didn't even twitch and remain annoyed. " Thank you, XIX Tier, I hope we all could see you again in the finals," The host says as the team handed them the trophy. The team now and shook the host's hands and go back to where they are standing before. "Ahh, look how beautiful the trophy was, it's shiny and shimmery," The host says looking at the trophy placing in the middle of the stage.

I notice a shelf filled with trophies, and I walk over to it, easily picking one up. It was a soccer trophy. For ”Girls Winner Penalty Shots”. At the bottom, Grayson Vasquez-Lopez is engraved. Woah, that's a sick name! I smirk, and tiptoe to her. "Grayson," I whisper in her ear, making her jump. She narrows her eyes at me. "How do you know my name?" She questions. "It's on your trophies. Grayson Vasquez-Lopez. Spanish, are we?" I say. "You totally pronounced my last name wrong," She states, rolling her eyes.

He walked over to me, gesturing to the stagehands who were bringing the trophies to follow me. “As per tradition,” Zach continued, “our reigning champion, Kai Hunter, will now hand over the title to our new Mr. and Miss Campus Hotshot.” He winked at me, and I grinned back at him. I took the Miss Campus Hotshot trophy from one of the stagehands, who quickly went backstage when his job was over. Without much of a fuss, I handed the trophy to Ruby who looked at me smugly as she took it from me. With my back to the crowd, I rolled my eyes at her. Dramatic as ever.

he asks quietly. “Yeah.” Together, we raise it. The roar doubles. Flashes explode. Two players. One trophy. Shared. Symbolism no one can ignore. Later, in the locker room, champagne sprays everywhere. Music blares. Someone is crying. Someone else is already on a table. Damon sits beside me on the bench, quieter than the rest. “You know what they’re going to say,” he says. “That I choked and passed the glory?” He bumps his shoulder against mine. “That you proved you’re the best.”

“I’m waiting for my man-friend.” “Right. Man-friend.” Cam’s eyebrows arch in amusement. “In case he doesn’t show, you know where to find me.” “Yeah,” I mumble, flashing a polite smile before getting up and going behind the bar. I fill a glass with a small amount of vodka and then fill it with cherries. “What are you doing back here?” Owen breezes past me to get a bottle of tequila. I pull a cherry from its stem and pop it in my mouth.

EPISODE 1: CHEER ME ON I have always enjoyed being a cheerleader because it was easy and made me happy. It was supposed to be my thing where I did not have to make excuses or pretend that something was wrong with me or my mental health, but that glimmer of hope vanished the moment I felt my blood bump and my eyes turned a different color than they should be.