Everyone knows that 90% of the trophies are there because of The Coach. Which is great, if you compete in track and field events. Not that the other teams aren't good, look they won 9% of them, but they just don't win as much. And hardly anyone here enters the academic competitions with those academy snobs in them. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Welcome to Gotham North, high school of the damned. Just kidding, G-North was voted like 5th in that poll. You might have heard of us, if you stalk Olympics gold medalists, we've produced basically all the track and field event golds in the last three decades. They won't admit to going here of course, no self respecting person is proud of G-North, but they did. And they trained under The Coach.
Who is The Coach? Well for the average student, just a myth. For all those with golden sparkles in their eyes, he's the path to glory. And here comes a new offering.
"So you're the fresh meat eh?" The Coach, former Olympic hopeful but was cut due to injury, looked over his *ahem* latest applicant. "Boy, you don't look like much."
The boy tries to stare him down, which is dumb because The Coach is much bigger and could squish a full grown man.
"I'm fast!" The boy finally says, which would be much more impressive if his voice didn't crack just then. The Coach laughs because it's hilarious. "And my name's Wally! Wally West!" Kid's got guts at least.
Naturally in walks The Coach's daughter, 15 year old archery star and already on the watch list of the Olympic committee, just in time to see this kid get humiliated by her dad.
"Kid, there's no way you're going to make the team. But I'm in an agreeable mood so you can try out tomorrow. Put on a good show."
Poor kid leaves, but not before spotting miss golden girl. Who also happens to be super hot.
"Who was that?" She's just picking up her bow and quiver, because they're weapons and only idiots leave weapons lying around a school.
"Just some kid. You walking home tomorrow, or sticking 'round?"
A/N: Uh there was going to be shenanigans eventually. IDK. Call it a taste of things to come.