FLICKER
A little.

Ms. Quincy just shakes her head, smiling knowingly.

MS. QUINCY
Get ready for dinner.

Flicker smiles at her as she walks out of the room.

CUT TO:

INT. UNDERGROUND FIGHTING RING

Flicker moves among the crowd. All previous nervousness is gone from her face, replaced by self-assurance.

The boy that stole from her and broke her remote is currently deep in battle with a new boy. The first boy emerges victorious, preening about it as the other boy slinks dejectedly away.

Flicker slides into the seat across from her bully as he is getting ready to leave. The boy pauses, his jaw dropping slightly. Then his mouth closes and curves into a sneer.