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a match, or a meet. That also meant I was usually last to get dressed. But on that day, I also realized I needed to get a math book from my locker to study for a test the next day. When I entered the main part of the school, all was quiet as I walked to the hall where our lockers where. When I turned into it, I stopped. “Van”, who wrestled J.V. in my same weight, was there and acting very strange. I slipped back into the shadows and watched him. He was doing something to his own locker, but kept glancing around nervously. I really needed to be home doing chores, but my curiosity kept me there, waiting until he finished. Finally, with one last, quick, nervous glance around, he left. I walked toward my locker, but stopped in front of Van’s. That’s when the realization hit me. I could see the lockers of all of the varsity wrestlers, including my own, decorated with crepe paper, fancy drawn cougars (our mascot) and good luck wishes. Van’s locker was adorned in a somewhat similar fashion, but the pictures 6