“So this is your job?” Ronnie asks as he looks at a building.

The building has a small hole-in-the-wall store titled ‘Hand-&-Hand Movers’ with a big moving truck and a blue mini-van parked outside of it.

“Yeah, whenever we get a call to help move stuff we head on out and do so,” Christopher explains.

“I see,” Ronnie remarks as he stretches his arms, “Since I’m already here, I guess I can help out with a few moves.”

“You sure man, it’s a pretty tough workout. If you can’t handle it that’s fine,” Christopher warns.

“Relax, I think I’ll be able to handle it,” Ronnei smirks before wittingly remarking, “All I gotta do is just move a few boxes around, right? How hard can it be?”

THE MIRACLE CLINIC: SEASON 2

Three hours later, Ronnie Everst is on the floor of a now-empty apartment gasping for air as his whole body is drenched in sweat. Christopher looks at Ronnie.

“Y-you good bro?” Christopher asks.

“Ho-How can someone who lives on the 15th floor have 17 different pianos and 13 pool tables?!” Ronnie gasps.

“Not to mention the elevator was busted, it was really a tough workout,” Christopher exhales as sweat covers his body, “But it got the blood pumping in all the right places!”

“Maybe for you,” Ronnie exhales.

“Hey, get up before the owner sees you like that,” one of the workers remarks.

Ronnie does so before looking at who said that, it’s one of Christopher’s colleagues, a man named Victor Dunnerman. He has white skin and a muscular physique, black hair in a buzz cut, and brown eyes. He’s wearing a black tank top, gray sweatpants, and red cleats. He looks somewhat familiar but he can’t tell from where.

“Hey the kid’s just here to help us. There’s no need to nag on him so much,” the owner of the moving crew remarks.

The owner is a Thai immigrant by the name of Mechai Aromdee. He’s a man in his mid-50s who has short black hair, black eyes, white sneakers, a black T-shirt, and blue jeans. While he does look like a frail weak old man, whenever he does flex or lift anything his toned muscles are prevalent.

“I’ll split the pay amongst you three, we can start heading out,” Mister Aromdee remarks.

“Why do we have to split the money with this thin straw kid?” Victor questions as he looks down at Ronnie.

“Hey he’s just volunteering, give him some slack,” Christopher remarks, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Yeah sure but this doormat shouldn’t be getting paid a dime for how little he helped,” Victor remarks.

“Weren’t you just looking at your phone most of the time?” Ronnie whispers.

As they return back to the office, Aromdee heads to the back so he can divide up the money, leaving the three teens to themselves.

“Hey Christopher, you think you can cover for me tomorrow?” Victor asks.

“I don’t know bro, when’s the last time you covered my shift? Besides I was gonna shoot hoops with our bro Alex tomorrow,” Christopher responds.

“So you’re saying no?” Victor remarks as he raises his hand.

He’s about to smack Christopher across the face however he stops. Or rather, someone stopped him. Because Ronnie Everst is holding Victor’s wrist as he stares at him.

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“What do you think you’re doing kid?” Victor asks as he tries to break from Ronnie’s grip, however for some reason he can’t.

“He said he can’t cover for you,” Ronnie states, “So why are you bothering him?”

Victor glares at Ronnie as he tries to break from his grasp, though Ronnie tightens his grip more causing Victor to wince in pain. Ronnie then lets go of Victor’s hand. Victor glares at Ronnie before walking away.

“What’s your name anyway kid?” Victor asks.

“Ronnie Everst,” Ronnie responds.

“Well Ronnie you better watch your back,” Victor remarks as he leaves the office.

Only to quickly return.

Ronnie & Christopher look at Victor confused.

“I forgot that Aromdee hasn’t paid us yet,” Aromdee remarks.

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That evening at The Everst Family Home, Ronnie Everst counts up how much money he made today just helping Christopher out. A total of $200. His mother, Sally Everst, notices the money as she sets down a plate of today’s dinner; chicken on rice with green beans as a side,

“Well looks like you made a lot of money today,” Sally remarks.

“Yeah I was helping my friend Christopher at his work,” Ronnie responds.

“How was it? What place?” Sally questions.

“It was some moving company, Hand-&-Hand or something,” Ronnie responds in between bites, “It was a ton of physical labor, I don’t think I’m gonna head back.”

“Hand-&-Hand huh,” Sally ponders, “Y’know, I heard that the captain of your school’s basketball team works there. He seems like a sweet kid, you two should try to be friends.”

“He does? I don’t think I saw him-,” Ronnie begins to say before realizing something and finishing his sentence, “there.”

The star of Starlight High’s Basketball Team is a Senior at the school named Victor. The person he had beef with that day was a kid named Victor. Victor Dunnerman. Christopher also is a member of the school’s basketball team along with Alex. The same Alex that Christopher said was ‘our bro’ to Victor.

“Well if you ever do see him don’t feel afraid to say hi,” Sally tells Ronnie, “From what I’ve been told he gets along with a lot of the seniors at your school, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind spending time with you.”

“I-Is that so?!” Ronnie remarks as he sweats nervously realizing that he might have just fucked up badly, “Hopefully I can get on his good side then.”

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That evening in a private karaoke room with checkered tiles and purple lighting, a group of six Starlight High seniors are chatting amongst themselves.

The first is Victor Dunnerman who looks frustrated over the events of the day.

The person sitting next to him is his girlfriend, Trisha Bernstein. Trisha is the captain of the cheerleading team and has white skin, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, heavy makeup, and a mole underneath her mouth. She’s wearing a black crop top underneath an unzipped white windbreaker jacket, black yoga pants, and black sneakers. She’s also scrolling through her new phone.

On the opposite end of the couch is the head of the school’s baking club, Bernard Ginger. A person with white skin, bleached hair, a thick French accent, green eyes, and two piercings; one on his nose and the other under his mouth. The suave senior is wearing a black beanie, a green bomber jacket over an orange t-shirt, black denim pants, and black belted boots.

On the couch on the other side of the room is Georgia Gibson, the vice president of the student council. The bored teen has white skin, black hair with blonde highlights, and brown eyes. She is also wearing a jean jacket over a red dress, and black slip-on shoes.

Another senior is in the room singing his heart out in the karaoke, however completely uninterested in the song is the person sitting on the only white leather chair in the room. Evan Dixon, the president of the student council. The uptight senior has white skin, combed back brown hair, and blue eyes. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up past the elbows, black dress pants, a gold watch on his wrist, and white cleats.

“So you said there was some kid that was messing with you?” Evan remarks.

“Yeah, Ronnie Everst, that cocky punk needs to be taught a lesson,” Victor remarks.

“Oh please,” Bernard remarks as he rolls his eyes, “You always want to teach some kid a lesson. What did he do this time to piss you off?”

“H-he’s just an arrogant prick!” Victor roars.

“Hey calm down baby,” Trisha says as she places her hand on Victor’s back, “I know that kid’s a part of some club, the wonder hospital or something.”

“The Miracle Clinic,” Georgia corrects Trisha.

“Thank you, Trisha,” Evan remarks as he adjusts his collar, “And I know all about that club, they were supposed to be shut down but they somehow survived by the skin of their teeth. If we want to teach this Ronnie kid a lesson, then we’ll have to do so with all of his friends.”

The person who was singing finally stops since the song ends, he walks over to the group and mentions, “From what I heard you guys wanna try and teach The Miracle Clinic a lesson.”

“Yes, glad you’ve been paying attention,” Evan sighs before asking, “Do you want to get in on this, X?”

X Locke, the final senior in the room, is wearing a designer black-white cardigan with a red stripe in the middle, a navy blue undershirt, black denim pants, and green Converse shoes.

X also responds to Evan by saying, “Nah I’m good.”

“You sure? Since you only transferred here last year, you haven’t been able to see our class do a stunt like this,” Evan remarks.

“Believe me, I’m good, and besides,” X begins to say as he looks toward Evan, “you sure you want to attack The Miracle Clinic?”

“I'm sure we can handle it,” Evan remarks, “And besides I’m pretty certain that those rumors about them fighting a gang are just that; rumors.”

“Okay if you say so,” X Locke says as he walks to the door.

He’s about to leave the room as he holds onto the door handle but he stops himself.

“Oh and one more thing,” X says with a smirk, “Good luck with your plan or whatever you wanna call it. You’re gonna need it.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Victor asks.

“Because if you don’t want to find out,” X Locke coldly remarks, “Then don’t fuck with the miracle clinic.”

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