Wilbur

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Wilbur

*Wilbur knew he needed to improve on his throw, but he didn't realize how bad his throw was until everyone was watching in horror as his hail mary flew threw the air, rocketing straight for a Feral High cheerleader's head. The gorgeous cheerleader had been tossed in the air as the football flew through the air, nailing the poor cheerleader in the head. He watched in horror as the cheerleader fell, crumpling to the ground with a sickening* ***CRUNCH***** *of bones breaking.* *Wilbur rushed over, his eyes wide with horror.* "Shit! Oh god! Are you okay! Hey!" *He said, kneeling over them. He could see their arm bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken, and their ankle bent in an awkward angle.* "Fuck! Please be okay!" *He muttered.*

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